Narrow-minded people often fill gaps in their sanity with anger and hatred. The result of revenge with a knife can only make people's hearts explode, and troubles will always be with him!
At that time, south of Yanshan and north of the Yellow River, there were three gate sects on the rivers and lakes: one was the Huo family of the Wansheng Dart Bureau of the Daming Province, and the big boss Huo Jingshui; the second was the Sima family of the Lingyun Fei sleeve gate sect in Yongnian City, who was in charge of The Sima Qingyan; and the third was the Falling Flower Knife Sect in Handan City, when the family Luo Changkong.
Among these three people, if we talk about martial arts, Huo Jingshui is the highest; if we talk about wisdom and strategy, Sima Qingyan is the strongest; although Luo Changkong's martial arts and planning are slightly inferior to the two of them, they are proud, so there are a group of brothers who are close to each other, and their strength is the most prosperous.
As the saying goes: One mountain does not allow two tigers. Not to mention the top three! As a result, there was a constant struggle between these three sects, but neither of them could kill the other.
Luo Changkong of the Falling Flower Knife Sect was a young and vigorous person, and he had practiced the Falling Flower Knife Technique of this sect to the seventh level before he was twenty years old. Master had told him before he died that if he could practice to the ninth level like Master Zu, who was known as the "Heavenly Wizard", he would be invincible to the world, and at that time, neither the Huo Family of the Wansheng Dart Bureau nor the Sima Family of the Lingyun Fei Sleeve Gate Sect would be under his words. It just backfired, in the past few years, no matter how much hard work Luo Changkong put in, the sword technique has never progressed again, and when he thinks of this, Luo Changkong can't help but be depressed, and thus falls ill.
On this evening, several of Luo Changkong's brothers hunted a wild boar from the Taihang Mountains, and they lit a charcoal fire in the backyard, set up a stove, and dragged Luo Changkong together to drink wine and guess the orders of fists, and eat roast meat and wild meat.
Suddenly, Wang Liu, a young disciple in the gate sect, ran in with a panicked look and reported to Luo Changkong with a heavy breath: "There is a guest outside, saying that he wants to see the leader. ”
Luo Changkong put the wine bowl in his hand towards the ground and asked, "Who is coming?" ”
Wang Liu replied, "Yes... It was Sima Qingyan of the Ling yun Fei Sleeve Sect. ”
"What is he here for?" Luo Changkong tightened his brows, "This boy is full of stomach and ghostly eyes, he came to the door, it must be a weasel to give the chicken a New Year's greeting, there is no good heart." Go, brothers, go with me and meet him! ”
In the reception hall of the Falling Flower Knife Sect, there sat a dry and thin middle-aged man, wearing a small melon skin hat and two yellow beards on his lips, looking unremarkable, but he was the famous Sima Qingyan on the rivers and lakes, and some people called him "ghostly".
Luo Changkong smiled and greeted him with his fist: "Which gust of incense wind blew Brother Sima's big car here?" ”
Sima Qingyan hurriedly stood up from his chair and replied, "I haven't seen him for a long time, But Brother Luo Xian is really getting more and more energetic!" Brother Fool took the liberty of going to the door to disturb him, and hoped that Brother Xian would not be surprised. ”
When Luo Changkong heard this, his face suddenly showed a wary color: nothing to offer courtesy, not to commit adultery or theft, people say that Sima Qingyan this guy is a famous master who hides a knife in a smile, at this moment, as soon as he meets him, he said nice flattering words, I don't know what kind of ghost idea is in his stomach. As soon as he thought of this, Luo Changkong instinctively felt a little nervous, so he asked, "I don't know if Brother Sima has come to the door all night, what advice do you have?" ”
"Don't climb the Three Treasures Hall without anything, Brother Fool, I have a big thing and want to talk to Luo Xian in secret." Sima Said lightly, and his eyes fell on the retinue behind Luo Changkong.
In terms of martial arts, Sima Qingyan was slightly lower than Luo Changkong, but his light skills were excellent and scheming, and it was not easy for Luo Changkong to defeat him. Luo Changkong decided that Sima Qingyan must not have good intentions when he came to find him, but on his own land, he could not play any ghost tricks, so after a little deep groaning, he waved his hands to let the brothers retreat.
In the hall, only Sima Qingyan and Luo Changkong were left.
Sima Qingyan said, "Brother Luo Xian, I know that you have a grudge against me, so it is no wonder that you and I have been fighting for many years, and it is inevitable that there will be resentments." Speaking of this, his tone changed, "However, the current situation must be that Luo Xiandi also knows that you and I are not the opponents of Huo Jia Huo Jingshui, and now they are victorious and powerful, and if they let it develop, I am afraid that you and I will all be unlucky." ”
In fact, when Sima Qingyan said these words, Luo Chang's hollow heart was particularly unpleasant: Master had originally placed high hopes on himself, hoping that he would be able to win the blue over the blue and carry forward the Falling Flower Knife Technique, but unfortunately, although he had done his best, he was still unable to surpass his predecessors, but he also lost to the Wansheng Dart Game.
However, Luo Changkong was not a person who was willing to easily accept defeat, and he asked Sima Qingyan, "So what?" If we talk about martial arts, he Huo Jingshui is indeed a little taller than me, but I have many brothers, how can he help me? ”
"You can't say that," Sima Qingyan's little eyes, black and white, rolled and said, "You have more brothers, you can't always take them with you, in case one day the brothers leave you, I'm afraid that by then, you will have to fall into the flower knife sect..." Sima Qingyan said this, deliberately stopping.
"What do you mean?" Luo Changkong's face was angry.
"Brother Luo Xian, don't be unhappy, although Brother Fool's words are not good, they are telling the truth." Sima Smiled lightly, "Although his reputation as Huo Jingshui is now in the sky, but foolish brother I have a brilliant plan to eliminate adultery, as long as you and my brother join forces, we will be able to kill him." It is...... I just don't know if Luo Xiandi has this guts? ”
"Oh?" Luo Changkong said warily, "You might as well come and listen." ”
Sima Qingyan lowered his voice and said, "I just heard that tomorrow at noon, Huo Jingshui will guarantee the daimyo government's 10,000 taels of gold tax money into Beijing, if we join forces and rob this batch of taxes halfway, do you think, the imperial court can spare him Huo Jingshui?" By then..." Sima Qingyan said this, glanced at Luo Changkong, and "hey hey" laughed twice.
Luo Changkong did not expect him to say such a thing, and slapped the table and said, "This kind of bad idea is not as good as you can think, now that the imperial court is going to use silver, how can we do such a disloyal and unjust rebellious thing?" ”
Sima Qingyan shook his head and said, "A small amount is not a gentleman, and there is no poison and no husband." Brother Luo Xian, the imperial court will not be short of this ten thousand taels of gold, but if we want to rob it, we can borrow a knife to kill people and pull out Huo Jingshui's eye nail! Besides, these brothers around you have followed you for many years, and you can't bear to let them live a hard life with you all the time? ”
Sima Qingyan's words exited, and Luo Changkong hesitated: "Let me... Think about it. ”
"Without further ado, Huo Jingshui will be on the road tomorrow, and if Luo Xiandi makes up his mind, remember to come to me tomorrow morning." Sima said lightly and resigned.
After Sima Qingyan left, Luo Changkong immediately summoned his brothers and relayed what Sima Qingyan said. As soon as everyone heard that there was gold to divide, and they could also borrow a knife to kill people, for Luo Changkong to get rid of a big enemy, the crowd was excited at the moment, one by one, they rubbed their fists, and persuaded Luo Changkong to join forces with Sima Qingyan.
Although the jianghu people are doing things that are happy, although they are robbing the imperial court of taxes and paying taxes, and if they don't get it right, they will have to move their heads, but as long as they decide to do it, they will not hesitate at all. The next day, before dawn, Luo Changkong and his brothers took the family shi'er for walking the rivers and lakes and set off.
At this time, Sima Qingyan had already figured out Huo Jingshui's route of travel, and as soon as Luo Changkong arrived with his brothers, the two sides met and went straight to the Valley of the Broken Head of Laojun Mountain.
Broken Head Valley is located at the westernmost end of Laojun Mountain, which is the only way to enter Beijing from Daming Province. Sima Qingyan distributed the prepared masked black scarves to everyone, so that everyone would ambush on both sides of the Broken Head Valley.
At this time, it was the early spring, in the valley, the wild grass was spitting green, the shrubs were budding, the birds were chirping, the scenery was pleasant, about a meal, Luo Changkong vaguely saw that from a distance there was a team of people and horses, carrying the banner of the Wansheng Dart Bureau, escorting the dart cart slowly.
Huo Jingshui came with his men and horses!
In the past two years, Huo Jingshui's Wansheng Dart Bureau has become so famous in the jianghu that no one in black and white has ever dared to fight the idea of a Wansheng Dart Game. However, just as the so-called "ease and ease must be born of arrogance and extravagance", the Wansheng Dart Bureau had a high level of martial arts and prestige with the total dart head Huo Jingshui, and no one dared to provoke him, so he relaxed his vigilance, and when they escorted the dart cart through such a dangerous area as the Broken Head Valley, they did not even throw stones to ask for directions, but took the risk and directly broke in.
As soon as the convoy entered the Valley of broken heads, a group of masked people suddenly rushed out from both sides of the canyon, and the people of the Wansheng Dart Bureau were naturally caught off guard, and before they could pull out their knives and guns, they were cut off by the masked people and landed on the ground. These masked guests are the brothers of Luo Changkong and Sima Qingyan! After Luo Changkong saw that the brothers had killed each other without leaving a piece of armor, he immediately cooperated with Sima Qingyan to level Huo Jingshui.
Huo Jingshui made a family heirloom silver gun, Luo Changkong's three brothers and Sima Qingyan's four disciples, originally according to the advance plan, was dead around Huo Jingshui, cooperating with Sima Qingyan and him, not allowing him to come to the rescue car, but Huo Jingshui could not help but be anxious to see this scene, and the anger in his chest burned, he danced with the silver gun in his hand, and the tip of the silver gun immediately flashed out of the "gun flower", like a long snake spitting out its tongue, and the brothers who surrounded him fell to the ground one by one, and soon only Sima Qingyan was left with a wonderful light skill A man struggled to hold on.
At this time, Luo Changkong arrived in time. Although Luo Changkong's Falling Flower Sword Technique had not yet reached the ninth level, compared with Huo Jingshui, it was only slightly inferior, and at this moment, because there was still a Sima Light Smoke, the situation of the original game immediately changed, and Huo Jingshui was not the opponent of the two of them. Luo Chang's empty knife was light and huo huo, wrapped in the sound of "hissing" wind, and the knife did not leave Huo Jingshui's key point. Although Huo Jingshui's marksmanship is exquisite, it is helpless that this silver gun is too long, which is not conducive to close combat.
At this moment, Sima Qingyan waved Ling Yun's flying sleeve and wrapped around Huo Jingshui's spear from the periphery, and Luo Changkong took the opportunity to get close to Huo Jingshui's side, vividly exerting his advantages in weapons, forcing Huo Jingshui's hands to be in a hurry.
Huo Jingshui knew that today must be a fierce multi-ji and a little, and seeing that the defeat was irreparable, he decided not to fight the trapped beasts anymore, and he looked at a hole, and his body was upside down, trying to take the road and flee.
Where Luo Changkong was willing to allow him to leave, he raised the falling flower knife and pounced on it, making a "falling flower sentient" move, and the hood split towards Huo Jingshui.
Huo Jingshui heard the sound of the sharp blade breaking through the air behind his head, too late to dodge, swinging the gun with his backhand, and also made a move, called "turning back to catch the moon", holding the advantage of the gun being longer than the knife, the rear shot came first, and the tip of the gun stabbed Luo Changkong's chest.
Luo Changkong naturally would not fight with Huo Jingshui, his body sank, and he bent down to avoid Huo Jingshui's shot. Huo Jingshui saw that his marksmanship had failed, and did not dare to stay, so he quickly fled into the wilderness. Luo Changkong was about to catch up with him, but when he turned back, he found that Sima Qingyan had not followed. He thought: He was alone in danger, even if he caught up with Huo Jingshui, I am afraid he would not be able to succeed. So, I had to fold back in shame.
Luo Changkong was not happy and questioned Sima Qingyan, "Why don't you go after Huo Jingshui with me?" ”
Sima Smiled and said, "Brother Luo Xian, don't be angry, forgive him for not being able to escape anywhere, and losing the imperial court's taxes, how can the imperial court let him go?" As the saying goes: poor Komo wants to chase. If we chase him in a hurry, maybe he will fight to the death. This guy's marksmanship is really not to be underestimated, he really fought for his life, even if we kill him in the end, I am afraid that we will suffer a big loss, it is better to simply let him go, and leave it to the imperial court to clean him up. ”
"But..." Luo Changkong said hesitantly, "but we have been fighting with him for so many years, he must have been familiar with our tricks long ago, and letting him go today is not equivalent to letting the tiger return to the mountain?" In the future, if he asks us to settle the account, what will he do? ”
When Sima Qingyan heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother Luo Xian is really dead-eyed, do we still have to sit at home and wait for him to find the door?" You don't want to think that with this ten thousand taels of gold, it is enough for us to live a life of leisure! From today onwards, we will travel around the world in anonymity, ahem, I am afraid that the gold in our hands has not been spent, he Huo Jingshui will be disposed of by the imperial court, and at that time, it is not too late for us to return to our hometown! ”
Sima Qingyan's left sentence of "Xiandi" and the right sentence of "Xiandi" made Luo Chang's hollow heart warm. Luo Changkong thought that Sima Qingyan's words were quite reasonable, and immediately led his brothers to push up the dart cart, and talked and laughed with the disciples of Sima Qingyan of the Lingyun Fei sleeve gate sect all the way, and went straight to the deep mountain. According to Sima Qingyan's arrangement, everyone first went to the mountain to avoid the limelight for a few days, and then they divided the gold and traveled around from then on.
Entering the mountains, it was nightfall, there was a fierce battle in the daytime, everyone was tired, and they had eaten some dry food they had brought with them, so they found a sheltered cave to sleep. While resting, Sima Qingyan deliberately arranged Luo Changkong and his brothers in the cave, and he said to Luo Changkong: "Brother Luo Xian, the dew in the mountains is heavy, or let Brother Fool and his disciples sleep at the entrance of the cave!" ”
Luo Changkong was very touched to hear this, and thought to himself: Although the Ling Yun Fei Sleeve Sect has been fighting with his own Falling Flower Knife Sect for many years and has a deep hatred, now it seems that this Sima Qingyan is very good enough for his friend to be righteous. He immediately said, "Brother Sima should not be polite, brother, I am young, my body is good, I should have come to sleep at the entrance of the cave, how can I let you sleep here?" ”
"Hey, Brother Luo Xian, you can see what you said, Brother Fool is a few years older, he should have taken more care of Brother Xian!"
Luo Changkong resigned, but could only listen to his honor.
After a night of silence, when he woke up the next morning, Luo Changkong opened his eyes to find that Sima Qingyan and his disciples who were sleeping at the mouth of the cave had disappeared. Luo Chang's hollow heart "clucked" a shock, hurriedly turned over and jumped up, hurriedly ran outside the cave, and looked at the dart cart parked outside the cave, which was empty at this time, and the 10,000 taels of gold looted yesterday had been swept away by Sima Qingyan and his disciples.
Luo Changkong gritted his teeth in hatred, pounded his chest and scolded: "Sima Qingyan, you heavenly thief, you deceived Lao Zi Wow!" He immediately woke up the brothers one by one.
When everyone saw this situation, they were all so angry that they wanted to arrest Sima Qingyan, an old thief, to cramp and peel his skin, and to light a lamp to boil fat and oil. They swore to heaven that even if they went to the ends of the earth, they would find him.
In this way, Luo Changkong and his brothers began to wander the rivers and lakes and embarked on a journey to find Sima Qingyan.
At the same time, Huo Jingshui was not idle, after he escaped from the Valley of broken heads, he knew that he had lost his taxes, and the imperial court would not spare himself, so he did not dare to return to the Wansheng Dart Bureau. When fighting against those masked robbers, Huo Jingshui had already concluded through the tricks used by the other party that these two robber leaders with high martial skills were his old enemies Luo Changkong and Sima Qingyan.
Since he knew who the people who framed him were, Huo Jingshui naturally refused to let them go. That night, he quietly sneaked into the residence of the Falling Flower Knife Sect and the Ling Yun Fei Sleeve Sect to avenge the robbery, but these two sects had already gone to the house empty, and Huo Jingshui had been lurking nearby for many days, and he did not see them return, so he knew that they were deliberately hiding.
As a result, Huo Jingshui also began to wander the rivers and lakes and embarked on the road of finding enemies.
The young children are old, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed.
For the past thirty years, Luo Changkong had been living a life of fear and fear, on the one hand, he wanted to look for Sima Qingyan, on the other hand, he was also worried that Huo Jingshui or the imperial court would hunt him down. In the thirty years of wandering, Luo Changkong and his brothers were anonymous and never dared to stay in one place for too long. They have worked as nursing homes, run over the docks, worked as coolies, and even become beggars, which can be said to have tasted the cold, warmth and bitterness of the world. Some of the brothers had died of old age and illness in a different place, but the remaining brothers were still obsessed and insisted on following Luo Changkong and inquiring everywhere about Sima Qingyan's whereabouts.
This year, one of Luo Changkong's brothers finally heard an exciting good news from the mouth of a jianghu guest, and Sima Qingyan, who had been hidden for thirty years, was finally about to reveal his fox tail! According to the jianghu visitor, Sima Qingyan would return to his hometown with his wife and family members on the fifteenth day of the first month to worship his ancestors.
When he first heard this news, Luo Changkong was so excited that he burst into tears, and for a while, his feelings were mixed, and all kinds of tastes surged into his heart. Luo Changkong thought with hatred: In the past thirty years, he and his brothers have been sleeping in the wind and eating, falling into the rivers and lakes, and living like pigs and dogs, while Sima Qingyan has wrapped up the ten thousand taels of gold obtained by the robbery dart, accompanied by his wife and beautiful women, and enjoyed the blessings of the world. Although it is also anonymous, it is really a world of difference!
One of Luo Changkong's brothers gritted his teeth and said, "If you catch this beast, you have to suck his tendons and peel his skin!" ”
"Yes," said the other brother, "if we catch this beast, we must take back the ten thousand taels of gold he has stolen!" After so many years of suffering, we should also have a few days of comfortable life. ”
Without further ado, at that moment, Luo Changkong and his brothers could not wait to rush to The Eternal Year City.
Sure enough, on the fifteenth day of the first month, in front of the tomb of Sima Jiazu in the north of Yongnian City, a group of people dressed in filial piety clothes surrounded by a green tweed soft palanquin carried by four people, and slowly walked towards here.
When he saw this palanquin, Luo Changkong, who was buried in the mass grave, couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, and he subconsciously clenched the handle of the sword around his waist. For the past thirty years, the hatred for Sima Qingyan has been like a fierce beast, eating his heart every day, and he will not be blinded if he does not kill this old thief with his own hands. However, when the opportunity really came, Luo Chang's hollow heart suddenly became nervous again, drifting for half a lifetime, although he had not given up practicing the sword usually, but the study of the sword technique was almost abandoned, today, can he still subdue the opponent?
The green soft car slowly approached, and finally stopped in front of the ancestral tomb, the car curtain was lifted, and an old man wearing a gold-rimmed Su embroidered fur coat appeared in front of Luo Changkong's eyes. Although he hadn't seen him for decades, Luo Changkong still recognized him at a glance as Sima Qingyan, but he hadn't seen him for decades, and the pawn of this Ling Yun Fei Sleeve Sect was much fatter than he was then.
Luo Changkong saw that he had fallen into the appearance of not being a human, a ghost not looking like a ghost, his hair was like a pile of wild grass, and his face was full of frostbite, but this damn Sima Qingyan was full of rich and noble colors, dressed in a graceful and luxurious way, and surrounded by a group of servants. As soon as the two were compared, Luo Changkong gave birth to a strong sense of jealousy and inferiority.
As the saying goes: when enemies meet each other, they are extremely red-eyed. At this moment, the anger that had been held in Luo Chang's hollow heart for thirty years erupted like a volcano, and he rushed up with a loud roar, whether he was still Sima Qingyan's opponent or not, no matter what, he had to fight!
Luo Changkong pounced on the soft car, and at the same time, his brothers also roared angrily and rushed out of the ambush ground, surrounding the green soft car to prevent Sima Qingyan from escaping.
However, at this moment, Sima Qingyan in the soft car looked calm as usual, as if he had seen an old friend who had not been seen for many years, smiling and squinting at Luo Changkong. Luo Changkong was confused by Sima Qingyan's expression: Could it be that he had not seen him for thirty years, and he had already practiced the world-class martial arts? Could it be that he was already confident about defeating himself?
Luo Chang narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said to Sima Lightly, "You old fox, these thirty years of old accounts, we should also calculate it, right?" ”
Sima Qingyan said unhurriedly, "I was looking for you to settle accounts, otherwise, I would have hidden my face and would not have looked up to me with your appearance, I am afraid that I would not have found me for another thirty years." ”
Luo Changkong was stunned: "You talk less nonsense!" Where did the ten thousand taels of gold go? Hand it over to me, or I'll let your head move. Luo Chang said while shaking the falling flower knife in his hand.
Sima Snorted in his nose and said, "Gold, you will never see it." ”
"Why?" Luo Chang was cold in his hollow heart.
"Don't tell you that the ten thousand taels of gold have been used by me almost the same, and the last remaining point has been used by me today to hire this palanquin and these servants." Sima Qingyan said while "hey hey" smiled, that smile was both cunning and vicious.
"You..." Luo Changkong's heart fell into the ice cave, and from Sima Qingyan's eyes, he was convinced that he was telling the truth, so he stuttered for half a day and held out a sentence: "There is no gold, today Grandpa I want your life!" He "suddenly" slashed at Sima Qingyan's chest.
In fact, Luo Changkong's knife is just a false move, the purpose is to force Sima Qingyan to use Ling Yun fei sleeve to fight, as long as one fight, then Luo Changkong will have a series of three knives to attack the other party. However, the trick that Luo Changkong had prepared did not come in handy, because after his false move, a long slit immediately cracked in Sima Qingyan's chest, and blood immediately splashed everywhere.
"Well... Such a fast knife, could it be... Could it be that you have already practiced the Falling Flower Knife to the first... The ninth? Sima Qingyan was in pain, and an old face had been distorted and deformed.
Luo Changkong was stunned, and he didn't understand why his sword technique today had suddenly increased in power. Settle down and think about it, is it possible that the most exquisite sword technique in the world can only be practiced after putting down the knife? Is this an esoteric knife technique, or is it a wonderful satire on the practitioner? Luo Chang was a little dazed.
"Thank you." Just when Luo Chang was dazed, Sima Qingyan murmured to him.
Oh, my God! I cut him, but he wants to thank me, what is the reason? Luo Changkong was even more dazed.
Sima Qingyan looked at him and waved at him. Luo Changkong turned around and only listened to Sima Qingyan explain to him: "I am seriously ill, Lang Zhong said that my lung lobes are about to rot, I cough up blood every day, life is better than death, but I don't have the courage to commit suicide, I want to come and go, I think of you, so I will release the wind on the rivers and lakes to lead you here." If I'm right, Huo Jingshui is coming soon..."
"You... Hello vicious! Looking at Sima Qingyan's old face distorted by pain in front of him, and actually flashing a cruel smile because of pride, Luo Changkong immediately pulled out of his dazed mood and began to feel cold. He stared at Sima Qingyan with both eyes: "It is not enough that you have caused us to live in the rivers and lakes for thirty years, why don't you even refuse to let us go?" ”
"Of course I can't let you go." Sima Qingyan's eyes flashed a hint of pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Because I have hatred in my heart!" Fifty-five years ago, when I was just eight years old, I was so simple and kind that I was not even willing to step on an ant when I walked. But your master ruined my life, and that night, when my father's cold body was carried home by the masters, it was doomed that I would spend my life in hatred. ”
"You're wrong!" Luo Changkong defended, "Listen to my master, your father did not die under his knife, but died from a fatal shot fired by Huo Jingshui's father. ”
"Your master is lying to you!" At that time, my father's Ling yun fei sleeve had been trained to a realm that had never been practiced before, and your master and Huo Jingshui's father were worried that our Ling Yun fei fei feng sect would be invincible in the world from now on, so they used a ruse to ask my father to drink, saying that the various sects should turn the gang into a jade warrior and never fight again, and my father credulously believed your master's ghost words, only then..." When Sima Qingyan said this, his emotions were excited, and the blood gushed straight out from the wound.
A deep helplessness instantly enveloped Luo Changkong's whole body, and at this moment, the hatred that had enveloped him for thirty years turned into a dazed state.
"This is a game of chess, a game of dead chess, you and I, and Huo Jingshui, are born as a chess piece." This was Sima Qingyan's last words to Luo Changkong, and when he was finished, his body fell from the soft car
This winter in Yongnian City seemed to be even colder than in previous years, and Luo Chang couldn't help but shiver. Sima Qingyan's servants saw this, and thought that Luo Changkong was going to clean them up, so he immediately screamed and scattered and fled.
A brother who stood farther away did not hear the conversation between Luo Changkong and Sima Qingyan, and eagerly rushed over and asked, "What about gold?" What about this guy's embezzled gold? ”
Luo Changkong murmured to him, "Gold? There is no gold here, only hatred! ”
At this time, a brother pointed to the north, pulled Luo Changkong and said, "Big brother, look, who is that?" ”
Following the direction of the brother's finger, Luo Changkong saw a ragged figure flying through the mass grave and towards here, unable to see the face of the person who came, but Luo Changkong had already noticed the silver gun dragged in the man's hand.
Isn't this Huo Jingshui? Luo Changkong's mouth floated out a helpless bitter smile.
He had not seen him for thirty years, and Huo Jingshui, who was once known as "one shot to shake Hexi", had now become a white-haired old man with a face full of wind and dust, and he had not suffered less in recent years.
"The sky has eyes, and I have finally waited for this day!" Huo Jingshui's hand holding the gun trembled slightly due to excitement.
When Huo Jingshui said this, Luo Changkong's thoughts had already run far away. What's wrong with people? Anything can be let go, only hatred can be buried in the heart for ten years, twenty years, thirty years, or even a lifetime, and will not be forgotten? Why does hatred ruin the lives of so many people? Why don't we all let go of the hatred in our hearts?
At this time, Huo Jingshui was already approaching, and as soon as he saw Luo Changkong, he roared angrily: "Quickly return the gold to me!" ”
At this moment, Luo Changkong had completely calmed down and said to him thoughtfully: "In fact, gold is just gold, I'm afraid that what we really can't forget in our hearts is hatred!" Otherwise, for so many years, if we had forgotten our hatred and lived well, we would have earned more gold than ten thousand taels by virtue of our abilities. ”
"I don't understand what you're talking about, I just know that it was you two who made me like this." I got my name at a young age, Kinyi Numa, and my life should have been very exciting, but all of this was ruined by you. How can I not ask you to settle this account? Huo Jingshui said, raising the silver gun in his hand and shaking it vigorously, the tip of the gun immediately transformed into several gun flowers and stabbed straight at Luo Changkong.
For Huo Jingshui, in the past thirty years, he had been thinking about revenge all the time, and it didn't matter whether he could regain the gold, he just wanted to personally slaughter Luo Changkong and Sima Qingyan, who had robbed the dart that year. For this reason, he had been working the silver gun, and his marksmanship was far superior to that year's, so he had enough confidence to take Luo Changkong's life with one shot.
However, Huo Jingshui was wrong. Only to see Luo Changkong instinctively swinging his sword, a stunning arc of light passed in front of Huo Jingshui's eyes, and the falling flower knife slashed through his chest while cutting the silver spear in Huo Jing's sailor, Huo Jingshui really couldn't believe that Luo Changkong's sword technique would actually reach such a magical realm.
However, at the same time, Huo Jingshui's silver spear also suddenly underwent a wonderful change, after the body of the gun was cut off by the falling flower knife, Huo Jingshui only left a section of the gun shaft less than three feet long, but at the place where the gun was broken, a cold and shining gun head like a poisonous snake spitting letter suddenly appeared strangely, Huo Jingshui's wrist flipped over, and the spit out gun head stabbed into Luo Changkong's chest impartially.
The two men fell to the ground almost at the same time.
"So fast knife, yours... Your flower knife has been practiced to the ninth... Ninth..." Huo Jingshui's breathing became more and more difficult, and he finally failed to finish his words.
Luo Changkong shook his head with difficulty and replied, "Is it right... From now on, I didn't want to fight back, but... But I still haven't done it, hopefully... Hope you don't hate me. After saying these words, Luo Changkong let out a long sigh, and a red and somewhat hairy blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
Luo Changkong struggled to raise his head and glanced at the sky, the sky was very high, far away, very blue, and the white clouds were floating on it...
This winter in Eternal Year City is really colder than ever!