Midnight Orchid (Legend of Chu Liuxiang) on set

Chapter 1 Uncle Iron

　　The wind is howling.

　　The wind blew from the west, whistling like a whip of a ghost, which cooled the hearts of the returnees and scattered the souls of the passers-by.

　　Fortunately, there were no returnees and no passers-by.

　　There is nothing here. There are no donkeys, carriages, and sedan chairs on the streets, no business in the shops, no burning coals in the stoves, no vegetables, rice, and fish in the pots, and no swallows and fat shavings in the boudoirs.

　　Because there was no one here, not even a single person walking.

　　There was a dead silence.

　　I don't know when, Feng suddenly stopped, and on the dead street, there was suddenly an arrogant tail dragging up to this long street paved with scattered bluestone slabs.

　　Someone is on the main road.

　　There was a blind man.

　　The blind man wore a green cloth dress that had been washed white and dyed yellow by the wind and sand, and used a white and grayed cane to light the way, and lit the bluestone slab.

　　The wind is coming again.

　　The signboard swayed in the wind, the iron ring on the signboard rubbed against the hook, the sound was like a saw, which made the roots of the teeth sour, the white dog was barking and barking hoarsely, and the broken window paper was blown by the wind like a moan and gasp of pain.

　　The blind man had already struck his little gong to greet the guests, and the sound of the gong was crisp, but it suddenly stopped.

　　- Where are the pleasant sounds?

　　- The sound of the guys in the shops bargaining with the woman Lao Wen, the sound of knives and spoons stir-frying in the pot, the sound of mothers spanking children's buttocks, the crying of children, the laughter of little girls eating, the sound of dice thrown in bowls, the laughter of drunkards, the sound of fake Jiangnan songs singing in small tunes on the wine.

　　Where are those fun, hilarious sounds?

　　The gong stopped, and so did the barking.

　　The blind man's hand hung down, and the light gong in his hand suddenly seemed to have become a thousand pounds, and there was suddenly an indescribable terror in his heart. One because he doesn't know?

　　He had been here before, but he didn't know that this usually prosperous town had become a dead town for some mysterious reason.

　　I don't know, isn't that one of the most important reasons why people are afraid--。 He stopped, his dog's front paws were gripping the ground, but his body was shrinking back, no one, no one on the street, no one in the house, no one in front of him, no one inside and out, no one should be in danger, because the most dangerous thing in this world is people.

　　What other animal in this world kills more than "people"?

　　Then the blind man began to walk forward again, and even began to ring his little gong again.

　　After a while, his dog began to move forward, this time following his master.

　　A dog is a dog.

　　This originally very prosperous and peaceful town will suddenly become a dead town with no traces?

　　Of course, the blind will find it strange.

　　But if he could see it, he would find it even stranger.

　　Although the town is deserted and deserted, it is still very "fresh and clean", there are no cobwebs in the corners, no rust in the ironware, no oil in the lamps, no mold on the rest of the clothes and bedding, not even the dust on the tables and chairs.

　　- Did the inhabitants of this place move away in a hurry?

　　- Why did they move so hastily?

　　The blind man gently struck the gong and walked slowly.

　　The phoenix is blowing, the twilight clouds are hanging low, and the figure is as thin as a bamboo. The heavens and the earth are dark, as light as ink.

　　Suddenly, a voice rang out from afar. It was the sound of horses' hooves, softly, slowly, almost like the sound of a blind man's staff striking on the ground, not very leisurely, but very cautious.

　　Of course, it is by no means a returnee, nor is it a passerby.

　　——Returning to the heart of the person is like an arrow, I just wish I could return to the warmth of my parents, wives and children as soon as possible, how can I be so calm?

　　This kind of hoof sound can only be heard on spring and autumn days, famous mountains and rivers.

　　Here and now, when the time is not good, the land is not a beautiful place, suddenly there is such a sound of hooves, and there is not only one rider, or even more than ten riders.

　　Who is here and why?

　　The blind man slowly retreated, and his dog followed him slowly, retreating under a gloomy roof. He had already heard that the number of people was at least thirty horsemen, and perhaps even more than fifty.

　　For his ears have always been sharp, and because he is blind, if a man's eyes cannot see, how can he not only hear with his heart and ears? Fifty-one riding fast horses, famous breeds, purebred, fast, fast and long-lasting, one out of a thousand, the price is like sterling silver. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they are fast horses who "travel thousands of miles a day". But now they are walking very slowly. Fifty-one horsemen, fifty-one men, tall, short, fat, thin, old, but the least of them were fifty men, and they had certain characteristics in common. - They were all very strong, brave and fierce, they had all been in battle, and they should have been calm and composed, but now they were all very anxious and restless. In this mood, they should have beaten the horse and galloped, the horse was tired to death, and the person was tired to death, but it didn't matter if the horse was a healthy horse and a good man, as fast as he could. But why are they so slow? Fifty-one rides, fifty men, are they so slow, is it because of another person? No. The other fifty-one person, his spirit, his physique, his radiance, and the kind of power that his fierceness revealed from him, were not comparable to the other fifty people, and even the fifty combined were not comparable to him. Because he is the pillar of all heroes and knights on the Southwest Road, sitting in Chang'an Iron Uncle. - Uncle Tie has no other name, his surname is Tie, and his name is Uncle Tie.

　　- Uncle Tie is seven feet tall and weighs one hundred and thirty-nine pounds, and it is said that his favorite woman, Yang Yu, once asked him to do one thing for her.

　　She asked him to strip naked and let her count how many muscles he could protrude.

　　Article 386.

　　Yang Yu told her close friend: "There are really three hundred and eighty-seven, and there are many of them, and each one is as hard as iron." "Iron Uncle" Golden Bell Jar, Iron Cloth Shirt, Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Kung Fu "is famous all over the world.

　　His beloved concubine Yang Yu, "gentle as a sheep, lubricated as a king", no one does not know.

　　It's a pity that this sheep girl's close friend is not a gentle big girl like her, but a gentle little man.

　　——In some respects, a man who is invincible in the outer door is definitely not as good as a gentle and gentle little man.

　　Of course, Uncle Tie is by no means gentle.

　　He was hot-tempered, fiery and had never waited for anyone, and now he seemed far more anxious than his men, and his horses were more hygienic, but he was also walking slowly.

　　Why? When did the fiery Iron Master learn to be patient? How could he become so accommodating to others?

　　Because of a sedan chair.

　　Among the fifty-one fast horses, there were actually four handsome young men with naked bodies and embroidered trousers, carrying a sedan chair with a dance-like pace, walking beside the iron rider of the iron uncle.

　　The sedan chair stopped in front of the most luxurious "Four Seas Restaurant" in this town, and Uncle Tie immediately bowed and dismounted, and the other fifty knights on the horse also dismounted with the same posture almost at the same time.

　　The young man carrying the sedan chair lowered the pole and opened the sedan curtain. After a long time, a hand slowly stretched out from the sedan chair and put it on the young man's arm.

　　This hand is slender and feminine, the nails are very carefully trimmed, and the skin is as smooth as a girl, which looks even more dazzling on the young man's dark and strong arm.

　　This hand was undoubtedly that of a maiden, and it also wore three precious stone rings with extremely detailed settings, each of which was worth at least a thousand taels.

　　Of course, this girl is Uncle Tie's pet, that's why he waits for her, so she can afford to wear this kind of ring.

　　Unexpectedly, what came out of the sedan chair was a little old man who was already dying of age.

　　A little old man wearing a robe of emerald satin embroidered with white silk rabbits.

　　A little old man who would feel disgusting to anyone who saw it, but his little eyes were like a pair of knives.

　　His man was still in the sedan chair, and the knives were already fixed on the blind man's body.

　　The blind man had already crouched down, squatting under the gloomy room, like a snail shrunk into his shell, thinking that he could not see others, and that others could not see him, but the old man in an embroidered robe had already walked up to him, his eyes were like knives, and his eyes were already fixed on his face.

　　The old man's steps were as light as a rabbit, and the blind man's eyes were as blind as a weave, but his dog was as tense as a bowstring.

　　The blind don't know.

　　He couldn't see the killing intent around, he couldn't see the old man's knife eye, and he didn't hear the cunning rabbit's footsteps.

　　The old man stared at him, and only after a long time did he slowly speak, and Uncle Tie was right where he turned around.

　　He didn't speak, but his eyes were asking, "To kill, or not to kill?" In fact, he didn't need to ask at all, "It's better to kill a hundred than to let go of one." "Kill" should be the only answer, as long as a very simple gesture, this blind man has been dismembered by a knife.

　　Life is so precious, why does it often become so lowly?

　　Sunset, dusk, twilight is deepening, and night has come. The blind man was already walking in an alley in another town, and in the depths of the alley, he could vaguely hear the sound of a wooden fish, as empty and lonely as the sound of a blind man tapping the ground with a cane in his hand.

　　Only the living can feel lonely, and only the living will have this feeling that will always chill people's blood and marrow, and that is at least better than not having any feelings.

　　The blind man hadn't died yet, and he himself was wondering why those people hadn't killed him.

　　At the end of the alley, there is a door, a narrow door, knock on this narrow door, knock once, stop, then knock four times, three fast and one slow, stop, and then twice, try to fill people with a very strange and interesting rhythm in these six knocks.

　　So the narrow door opened.

　　The man who came to open the door was a man who was born to open such a ditch, and the narrow door, the narrow man, and the drowsy lantern, were very ordinary, but in the midst of the usual, they seemed a little mysterious.

　　In the narrow gate is a garden that has been deserted, there is no path for the grass, the flowers and trees are withered, and an old lady with a white head like frost and a bent waist like a bow sits alone under the eaves and knots a flower with "Tongcao".

　　Fake flowers. Small white fake flowers.

　　Before the flower bears fruit, it is dead. The big house, the high eaves, the promenade, the lonely lamp, the old woman, the old house, the cold night, the wind in the distance is like crying at night.

　　The blind man stopped and bowed to the old woman.

　　"Third aunt, hello. "

　　"I'm good, I'm good, you're good, you're good. The old lady had a rare smile on her face at noon: "We are all good, we are all alive, how can it be bad." "At this point she had just formed a flower, and although it was pale and colorless, it was delicate and beautiful.

　　Seeing the flower she had formed herself, the smile on the old lady's face suddenly froze, just like a person who was most afraid of snakes, and suddenly saw a snake in his hand.

　　- It's not a snake, it's a white chrysanthemum.

　　- Seeing that she had formed a fake flower, why did this old lady become so frightened?

　　The blind man couldn't see this sudden change in her, and only asked, "What about the young nephew?" "He's not bad, he's very good," the old lady smiled again: "It seems that he can't die recently." "That's great," said the blind man, with a smile on his face, "Can I go in and see him?" "Yes, yes," said the old lady, "you go in, he is waiting for you." The cultivator stepped on the stone steps like a trace of green, walked up the corridor, and the white staff lit the old floor, "tuk, tuk, tuk", and walked around the old woman's side and walked through a door.

　　He heard the old lady coughing and wheezing, but he couldn't see that she was suddenly starting to cry.

　　Tears drip on the petals, crystal like dewdrops.

　　- Whether it is the tears of the old woman or the tears of the girl, they are all equally pure and crystalline. - Tears are tears, tears are the same, but why did this old woman, who seemed to have been dead for a long time, suddenly shed tears over a fake flower?

　　But there is nothing in the room, tables and chairs, furniture, calligraphy, paintings, cups, cups, cups, and cups, which should be in other rooms, and there is no boasting here, there is only one lamp, a couch, and three people in this room.

　　Two of the three men were standing, and these two wore straight blue cloth robes, which covered the top of their feet, and the sleeves were long enough to cover their hands, and even their faces were covered with blue cloth covers, and they could not see anywhere except for a pair of eyes.

　　But as long as a clear-eyed person looks at their posture and actions, he can still see that they are all very careful girls.

　　The other person was reclining on the soft couch, a very delicate, very young man, with two very thick eyebrows, a pair of big eyes that were clear and bright like the big lake on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, and his eyes were full of a kind of flying and joyful look, and he looked like a runner who had just won the deer hunting competition.

　　Young life, flying spirit, full of vitality, incomparable confidence, extraordinary appearance, rich family background rivaling the country, but......

　　The blind man walked in and saluted the boy, who smiled toothy rather than returning.

　　only smiled, although he did not return the courtesy, but his smile was gentle.

　　"Uncle Ten, have you been there?" have you seen that big guy?" the young man's voice was not only gentle but also hearty, "Has that big man seen you?" the blind man smiled.

　　"Uncle Tie is not blind, how can he not see me?"

　　But even if he sees you, it must be as if he doesn't, because he can't see who you are. The boy asked the blind man with a very excited look, "Yes?" and "Yes." "

　　The teenager laughed. "How can such an eyeless bastard recognize you, a blind man, as Mr. Liu?" the blind man laughed as well.

　　"You can't blame them, my ability to pretend to be blind has always been first-class. The blind man said~"Even if you don't pretend to be like it, they can't think of it." The young man said, "Mr. Ming Qiuliu, who is blind at the first sight of the world, who would have thought that he would be blind?" His eyes suddenly dimmed, as faint as the morning moon in autumn. "There are many things in the world that are like this, for example, who would have thought that Jiangnan Murong among the four contemporary sons would actually ...... "Jiangxi Xiong, not poor to eat and drink."

　　Jiangnan Murong, Ling opera is endless.

　　Kanto is angry, under one anger, there are countless corpses, and then under anger, corpses are everywhere.

　　Jiangdong Yiliu, swordsmanship is merry and unprovoked.

　　The first son in Jiangnan did not finish what he was going to say, his expression suddenly changed again, and he suddenly asked the blind man again: "Is that big guy still the same as before?" "This time it seems to be a little different. The blind man who was not blind said, "This time there are at least twenty-seven of the people he has brought with him, and they are very useful." "Very useful?" Murong Gongzi asked, "How useful?"

　　Liu Mingqiu asked himself: "Although Gongzi is from Jiangnan, he must also know that in the mansion of the famous prince Juqing in Huguang, Fujian and Guangdong, there is one of the most famous opera troupes, called the Langyu class. "I know. Murong smiled, "I've heard about it a long time ago." "

　　He smiled as if it was a little abnormal and ill-intentioned, because this "jade class" was like this, and he hoped that the rich sons and daughters would have bad intentions towards them.

　　They all entered the "jade class" when they were four or five years old, and they had to undergo extremely strict training since they were young, and they could sing, dance, drink and play, not only versatile, but also empathetic.

　　"Actually, it's not these things that they're really proficient in. Liu Mingqiu said. "Isn't that what these things are?" "It's murder." Mr. Liu said, "How can we seize the most favorable opportunity at the most appropriate time, use the fastest and most effective method to kill people, and after killing people, we must get out of the whole body." He said: "This is the ultimate goal of the training of those beautiful male actors in the Langyu class." "Could it be that those cute little boys are terrible killers?" asked Murong Gongzi.

　　"Yes. Mr. Liu said, "Isn't the price of killing people usually much higher than the price of pleasing others?" "Yes," Murong could not help but admit, "Generally speaking, it is usually like this." "So they are obviously advocacious, but in fact, they have to undergo very strict and cruel training in killing from an early age. "After 10 to 12 years of this training, each of them is trained to be a very effective killer." "Is there anyone who can't accept that?"

　　"Yes. Liu Mingqiu said, "If you can't accept it, you will be eliminated." "The only thing that is eliminated is death?"

　　"Yes. "

　　Liu Mingqiu said: "After the annual elimination, there are not many people left. Each of these people is ruthless, cunning like a poisonous snake, cunning like a fox, patient like a camel, and all of them are capable of shrinking bones, disguise, sniping, assaulting, and assassinating, especially some of them called silk. "Silk?" "Childe's silk," "silk satin?"

　　"Yes. "

　　"Why are they called silk?"

　　"Because they are all specially selected people, who have been trained in the Ryoma class, and then sent to Iga Valley in Fusang, the east, to receive three years of ninjutsu training. Mr. Liu explained, "After this strict and cruel ninja training, each of them can bend and deform like a snake, hide in a secret hideout that no one else can hide into, and wait until the most favorable time to come out, snipe and surprise and kill people in an instant." "Oh!"

　　"Sometimes they can even stay in a very narrow place for three or two days without eating, drinking, sleeping, or sleeping, but if they move, they are usually dead. Mr. Liu said, "Their form is like the most venomous kind of green bamboo silk in a poisonous snake." "So, why don't they call it Qingzhusi?"

　　"Because their cover doesn't have to be blue, they don't look like snakes. Murong smiled.

　　"Reasonable, very reasonable. He praised from the bottom of his heart, "Silk, it's silk, where is there a better name?" The heirs of the Murong family in Jiangnan have always been very clever in their appreciation, and no one can deny this.

Chapter 2 The Silk Road

　　Night. Tonight. There is a moon tonight, not only a moon, but also a lamp.

　　This town, which I don't know why Yuan Gu suddenly died overnight, suddenly came back to life tonight, and the long dead and dark streets became brightly lit again, as bright as day.

　　The people brought by Uncle Tie, at the beginning of the night, had already lined up a Kong Ming lantern that could "kill the wind" in every place in this town where they could tie lights.

　　There was still wind, there were lights, but there was still no voice, all the sounds that could symbolize the beating of life, still nothing.

　　The long street is still mournful, and only one person is silently pacing the street, from the street to the end of the street, from the end of the street to the street.

　　No sound.

　　The fifty horsemen brought by Uncle Tie, although they were vigorous and vigorous, and their leaps and beats had a look that no one could suppress, but now they all stood there quietly, watching the old man with a white silk rabbit embroidered on his emerald green robe pacing down the street.

　　Both men and horses stood there quietly watching him, even the high-spirited Iron Uncle was no exception.

　　The old man wore a green robe, and walked back and forth on this long street in a posture that anyone would feel very uncomfortable when he saw it, and he didn't know how many times he walked back and forth, stopping and stopping, looking at it, going in and out of the houses and shops on both sides, no one knew what he was, and everyone looked at him unpleasantly.

　　But he didn't care.

　　In the eyes of others, he was at most a very disgusting old man, but in his eyes, these people were all dead.

　　The old man finally stopped and stopped in front of Uncle Tie. The sharp eyes like knives narrowed into a line again.

　　"Twenty-seven. "

　　The old man only said these three words, three simple words.

　　Uncle Tie, who has experienced a hundred battles, was born and died, and has not known how many stormy waves he has experienced in his life, after hearing these three very ordinary words, a very unusual expression suddenly appeared on his face. He looked nervous, excited, and enthusiastic, as if a gambler was about to make an unprecedentedly big bet when he suddenly heard a mysterious figure give him a secret "message".

　　- A piece of news that will allow him to win and not lose. "Twenty-six?" Uncle Tie immediately asked in a gambler's eager tone, "Are you really sure it's twenty-six?" The old man didn't answer, but nodded with a "big expert" attitude,—— big expert usually only has one oral answer.

　　The answer of the big connoisseur this time is usually absolutely correct.

　　Uncle Tie looked up to the sky and inhaled deeply, there was a moon in the sky, the moon was like a lamp, and Uncle Tie let out a long breath.

　　The old man's tender hands had already put on the shoulders of a sturdy young man, and he walked over to the sedan chair, looking as if a delicate beauty with a noble pet had walked out of the hot spring bath on the shoulders of her beloved waiter.

　　Uncle Tie's energy is like an iron arrow. Suddenly shouted:

　　"Come, come. "

　　"Yes!". Among the fifty horsemen, there were thirteen horsemen, and the people on the horses were still sitting firmly in the carved saddle, with their faces like plates, their necks like sticks, their shoulders like scales, their backs like turtle shells, and their waists like old trees, and they did not even move.

　　The other thirty-six knights, as soon as they got on their horses, dismounted again, and when they dismounted, their waists were like spring willows, and they were curved like snake plates. They are all about twenty years old, and their young and bright eyes are full of snake-like agility and viciousness and an indescribable cold patience. "Twenty-six," said Uncle Tie, "only twenty-seven." "

　　His voice was low and stern: "Those who are sick should retreat first, and those who are entangled in affection should also retreat." "No one retreated.

　　Uncle Tie was furious and shouted angrily: "Do you all want to die here?" No one spoke, not opening up is acquiescence, although each face is very beautiful, but every beautiful face has a kind of "willing to die at any time" expression.

　　Uncle Tie stared at them, and finally sighed softly: "Then you might as well die now!" Thirty-seven people, thirty-six knives.

　　Everyone had a knife at their waist, and with a "choking" sound, twenty-nine knives came out of their sheaths.

　　There were also eight people whose hands were already on the hilt, but they were just holding them.

　　Their knives were still in their sheaths.

　　Then, in that instant, these eight people were already eight dead people.

　　- Suddenly there was a bloody cut in everyone's throat.

　　It's like the kind of red silk cut that a person accidentally leaves when he shaves his sideburns with a razor, but when the red silk appears, blood spurts out like a fountain.

　　When several of them fell, their blood spurted up, and when their blood was spilled, it did not fall on them.

　　- Is this their luck? or misfortune?

　　Their blood fell into the cold mud, and even the kind of autumn phoenix and autumn rain that could have been cold and cold to death after falling into it.

　　Eight thin rays of light like silk, eight blood-shot incisions, blood like springs, light like lightning.

　　The old man in the silk rabbit green embroidered robe happened to sit in his sedan chair, the sedan curtain had just fallen, twenty-nine of the thirty-six dead soldiers had just held swords in their hands, and eight of them had just held swords, but they did not look like they were drawing swords.

　　At this moment, a bull-like flash suddenly flew out of the sedan chair at an incredible speed.

　　Suddenly, it flew out.

　　Suddenly, the blood of eight relatively unplanted people spurted out like a fountain for a long time.

　　- Whether the person is a good person, a bad person, a kind of person, or a non-species, as long as it is a person, the blood is the same blood, and when it is spewed out, it can be sprayed half a day high.

　　Is this the luck of mankind?

　　Sages and sages, heroes and cowards, in a certain situation, encounter the same thing, the result is not different, if they are also slashed by others, their blood will be spurted out in the same way, the wise and foolish are the same.

　　Because they are all human beings, "people" are like this, and there are many things in the world that are not very fair.

　　Eight people fell, and twenty-nine remained, and those who did not seed fell, and those who had no seed did not.

　　"There is" means that he is righteous enough, courageous, not afraid of death, and will never frown when facing a life-and-death situation, let alone not draw a knife when he should pull it out.

　　On the battlefield, in the moment of life and death, the more afraid of death, the faster they will die, just like in the casino, the less money the more afraid of losing, usually the most lose.

　　There are a lot of things in this world that are like this.

　　"I've seen every nook and cranny of this place. The green-robed old man said, "Within a distance of seventy zhang from this street, there are only twenty-six hiding places at most. He added: "I mean, only these snakes can hide in the hiding place for three days and three nights." "I know. "

　　Therefore, only twenty-six people can know these twenty-six hiding places. "I understand

　　"Now I want them to hide in," said the green-robed old man, "until the day of the decisive battle between you and Murong, their hiding place must not be known by the twenty-eighth people except for you and me and the twenty-seven of them. "Of course I understand that. Uncle Tie sighed softly, "It's a pity that if only I understand this, it will not be enough." When he sighed, there was already a knife-like killing intent in his eyes, and he swept over the other people like a knife, and asked them in a very sad voice: "Do you also understand what our master Gao means?" Of course, he will not wait for their reply, a person who has the power of life and death, and is in charge of the fate of others at any time, usually only gives orders, does not tolerate disobedience, only asks questions, and does not listen to answers.

　　So Uncle Tie's question continued to be asked.

　　"If you can all understand what Master Gao means, then you should know what to do now. - What to do, what other way than "death".

　　Except for the dead man being the most reliable person to keep secrets, there is anyone else who can be trusted by the suspicious Master Gao.

　　It may be easier to get Master Gao to trust, but it is even more difficult to trust the overlord of the successful side, Uncle Tie.

　　- If you don't have any doubts, how can you become a hegemon.

　　- If there is no hegemony, why be suspicious?

　　The fifty horsemen who followed Uncle Tie were all his best friends, and he had been following him for I don't know how many years, he wanted to go to the soup, and they followed him to the soup, and he wanted to go to the fire, and they also went to the fire, but when he was in the warm fragrance of nephrite, they were also there.

　　Uncle Tie has always been a person who is very good at employing people, and he has always been a good "old man", so he is the uncle.

　　So when his brother heard him say this, he immediately had a lot of different reactions.

　　- Everyone thinks that Iron Boss is pretending to bluff those little kings.

　　This is the thinking of someone who has only followed him for two or three years.

　　- This is what the uncle said on purpose, to advance as retreat, to retreat as advance, so that these little ghosts willingly work for him.

　　This was the idea of his brothers, who had been with him for five or six years, and they all thought that their boss was just a gesture when he said this!

　　But those who have followed him since he was a child, when they heard him say such things, goosebumps popped up all over their bodies.

　　Only these people know him best.

　　- In order to achieve the goal, any means will be spared.

　　Since they were children, from a very young age, they heard their boss repeat this sentence of constant discipline, so that they will never forget it in their lives.

　　- If you want to keep a secret from being revealed, then you have to let everyone who hears the secret die.

　　Except for those twenty-nine threads, everyone knew that he had only one path to go today.

　　It's not the "Silk Road", it's a dead end.

　　"The Silk Road

　　Murong seemed to be so weakened that he couldn't even speak, and now he asked, "Silk Road, are you talking about the Silk Road?" Yes, Mr. Liu said: "If there is silk, there is Silk Road." "

　　"Is the Silk Road you are talking about the Silk Road opened up in the Han Dynasty, from the Tang Dynasty, from Chang'an, through the Hexi Corridor, through the Jiayu Pass, through the black waters, to Dunhuang?" "No?"

　　"There are two Silk Roads, of course, from Chang'an, from the north, out of the customs, into Hami, eat cantaloupe, after eating cantaloupe, from Tonghua, Yili, Altai Mountains, all the way to a foreign country that we don't know. The blind man who was not blind said, "This is the northern road." He explained: "When you go to a foreign country, bring the silk of Middle-earth, and when you return, bring exotic KitKat, Huqin, Hu bed, and blue-eyed beauties, these people who can make huge profits in one trip, all call this road Tianshan North Road." "So is there another Tianshan South Road?"

　　"Yes. "

　　Mr. Liu, a blind man who is not blind, said: "After setting off, cross the plateau, go to the Western Regions, pavilions, sand carts, and walk along Shule to achieve the goal." He said, "In the name of those travelers, this road is called Tianshan South Road." "Regardless of Tianshan South Road and North Road, it is the Silk Road?" asked Murong.

　　"Yes

　　"Which way are you talking about?"

　　"Neither. Liu Bu blindly said, "The Silk Road I am talking about is not a road, but a person." "Why?"

　　"Because this man, in the minds of those who regard their lives as a gossamer, is no longer a person, but a road," Mr. Liu said, "because without him, they have no way out." "That's why this person is called the Silk Road. "

　　"Yes. "

　　"Yes, great. Murong praised, "Silk, Silk Road." He sighed, "Even if you had aimed Simon's sword at my throat, I couldn't have thought of a better name." "

Chapter 3: The Dead Soldiers

　　The fifty iron horsemen brought by the iron boss are now only thirty-one people left.

　　"Only the dead can keep absolute secrets. Uncle Tie said: "This is a very correct and very smart word, but I am not the first person to say this, I am not so smart." He said, "But now this sentence is a wise saying that everyone understands, and you must understand it too." "Yes, everyone understands that their boss means that he wants them to die.

　　Except for the twenty-six silk men who had to snipe the enemy from their hideouts on the day of the decisive battle, everyone else had to die, and no one wanted to die, but they had no choice but to die.

　　Why are there still thirty-one people alive now? Could it be that Uncle Tie's orders are not as effective as they used to be.

　　The silk warriors who were ready to ambush on the day of the decisive battle to strike a fatal blow had to choose twenty-seven from twenty-nine.

　　The candidate is still undecided, so there are still twenty-nine people alive.

　　What about the other two?

　　The two of them, one old and one young, the old man is sixty or seventy, and the young one is sixteen or seventeen, but the eyes of the two people also burst out with a fighting spirit that is not afraid of death.

　　The old man is about to die, life and death are just a matter of a snap of his fingers, what is the joy of life, what is the fear of death? Why not die more gloriously.

　　The young don't know the fear of death, if you want to die, die, fuck it, at least fight to die!

　　The big boss seems to have no interest in this matter anymore.

　　As a big boss, you usually know when to hand over something to someone else at the right time, especially when it's coming to an end and you're starting to get a little trouble.

　　Those who dare to resist the big boss are, of course, obviously people who are a little troublesome. Usually there is more trouble than that.

　　At this moment, there are two biggest troubles, one is the experience of the old man fighting, and the other is the courage of the young man.

　　The old man Wang Zhongping, whose name is ordinary, but in his life, he has killed ninety-nine people, all of them in a quiet situation, with an ordinary method, and after the killing, there is no aftermath.

　　- You said that such a person, is it a little troublesome to kill him?

　　The young man's surname is Lu, he is an orphan, he has no name, and his nickname is "Ayu", which means that as long as he "bumps into", no matter who you are, I will do it with you, and I will talk about it if you live or die.

　　He has no home.

　　At least 20 times, others thought he was dead, Diao "is that he is not dead."

　　- You say that such a person, is there a little trouble?

　　The green-robed old man ignored the old man and the young man, and only looked at the twenty-nine threads in front of him.

　　His eyes are like silk. The silk is bright, the silk is soft, and the silk is gentle, but the silk is also strangled.

　　"I wanted twenty-seven people, but now there are twenty-nine," his sigh was soft as silk, "You say, what should I do now?" No one answered, no one knew how to answer, the night was darker, the evening wind was cold, and everyone only felt goosebumps coming out of their bodies, because no one knew if one of the two people who would die would be themselves?

　　This problem was solved very quickly in a very strange and simple situation.

　　Because several of them can squeeze together with their "mates", no matter how small the hiding place, they can squeeze in. "Because we're all huddled together all the time. "And we like two people huddled together." "So now there are only two people left with the problem.

　　"The Silk Road is not actually a road, although his brothers think that there is no way without him, there is actually no way out. Mr. Liu told Murong Gongzi: "If he is really a road, then this road must be paved with someone else's corpse." The blind man did not speak: "I dare to say that of the fifty horsemen brought by Uncle Tie, at least nineteen have died." "Fifty minus nineteen leaves thirty-one. Murong asked: "Twenty-six hiding places, twenty-six people, why are there thirty-one alive now?" sad that Tie Boss and that road don't understand that only the dead can keep their mouths?" Of course, he also knew that they all understood, but he liked to listen to others give reasonable explanations to the questions he raised, and reasonable explanations could represent a person's wisdom, rationality, knowledge, and analytical ability, and Murong had always hoped that such people would always be by his side.

　　That's why he's Murong.

　　Mr. Liu was beside him.

　　"There are several couples in the silk priests who are as close as brothers and sisters, especially the Lin brothers and the Qingshan brothers, who are inseparable, so although there are only twenty-six hiding places, there may be twenty-nine people. "Thirty-one, minus twenty-nine, it seems that there are two more," Murong asked, "Right?" "Right"

　　"Why are they still alive?" "

　　"Why?"

　　"Because you've heard of both of these for a long time. "。 Murong was thinking.

　　"The five great generals of the iron tortoise, withered, old, big, female, and young, are unlikely to appear at such a time. Murong thought for a moment: "At most, only two of them will appear." Suddenly, he raised his glass again.

　　"One old and one young, if I say it incorrectly, I will be fined for drinking and three glasses. Mr. Liu smiled, sighed, and raised his glass, not only to raise a glass, but also to drink, three glasses.

　　He lost, he wanted to drink, he drank, he said. "Wang Lao has experienced a hundred battles, and has experienced one of the most effective stabbing techniques from the experience of countless killings, and he himself named it one hundred thorns, ninety-nine in the middle. He was certainly not afraid. Mr. Liu said, "He is already sixty-nine, and he is not even afraid of death, what are he afraid of?" Murong agreed. "If I'm sixty-nine, I'm afraid of one thing. He himself replied, "By that time, I am afraid that I will not be dead yet." "What about when you were sixteen, seven, eight, nine?"

　　"I was scared to death. Murong was very white: "At that time, as long as I saw a dead person, I would cry." "Because you are a pampered noble son, you have lived a very happy life since you were a child. Mr. Liu Mingqiu said: "I think you have bullied all the girls in your family to death when you were twelve or thirteen years old." "——A man who can bully so many beautiful little girls to death, how can he think of death? .

　　"But there are a lot of people who don't do that. Mr. Liu said, "They are all different from you. "What's the difference?"

　　"You don't think of dying, but you're afraid of dying, if you die, your good father, good mother, good sister, good sister, good clothes, good food, good fun, all of them are gone at once, so you can't be afraid of death, because you have a lot of things that you can only enjoy when you live. Mr. Liu asked, "But what about the others, why are they not afraid of death?" He asked this question not to others, but to himself.

　　So he himself answered:

　　"They don't die, they don't have anything.

　　"That's how the little boy named Agan looked. Mr. Liu said. "He has no parents, no friends, no love, he is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of being alone and living alone in this hopeless world, someone forces him, he only has Yu. The blind man who was not blind said, "Of course I think he has some ability to go to the birth and death." He said, "If this kid can live to be twenty years old, I dare say that he can do it better than anyone else, maybe better than when Chu Liuxiang was twenty years old." Murong was taken aback.

　　"You compare him to Chu Liuxiang. "

　　"Hmm. "

　　"Are you comparing to that Chu Liuxiang?"

　　"How many Chu Liuxiang are there in the world?"

　　"a"

　　"So that's the one I'm talking about. "

　　The blind man who was not blind suddenly showed a very sad expression on his face: "In this world, there are not many geniuses, and it would be a pity if you couldn't even live in your twenties." "Are you talking about Ah Gan?" Murong asked, "Have you calculated that he will not live to be twenty years old?" "Yes." ，

　　、

　　Ah Gan clenched his fists, and his eyes showed the ferocity of a hungry wolf.

　　He is a very special person, extremely fierce, unusually calm, unusually agile, and extremely patient, rumors in the rivers and lakes, some people even say that he was raised by a wolf dog.

　　So he was also unusually precocious, and it is said that he had the strength of a strong man at the age of nine, and he had his first woman.

　　——- sixteen-year-old peasant girl, who rolled up her trousers and showed a pair of calves and white feet, was washing under the mountain spring, when she suddenly found a child watching her like a wild beast on the other side.

　　Ah Gan's fists were clenched, staring at the green-robed old man, his eyes were as sharp as a wolf.

　　The big boss turned a blind eye, the old man in the green robe didn't look at it at all, Wang Zhongping warned with his eyes, but Ah Gan was already determined to do it.

　　At the moment when he had made up his mind, his people had already swooped out, like a hungry wolf suddenly seeing a sheep fly out, and grabbing the old man's throat and heart with his "claws".

　　His culling action turned out to be really like a wolf.

　　The old man in the green robe is not a sheep.

　　Suddenly, his figure receded like a ghost, and his silkworms poured out from all directions, their hands shining like silver, weaving a net.

　　Ah Gan suddenly found that he was already in the net, the net was tightening, and the green-robed old man flew over like a ghost, and a silver thorn suddenly appeared in his hand, and suddenly he had pierced Ah Gan's mouth from the wire net.

　　Ah Gan was about to scream, stabbed the throat, pierced into the mouth, pierced the back of the neck, silver thorns turned into silk, the back of the head was broken, and blood flew.

　　Agan fell.

　　He was not yet twenty years old, and the cry of his death was as terrible as a wolf.

　　The wire mesh was put away, and the green-robed old man turned around silently and faced Wang Zhongping silently.

　　He didn't move, and neither did Yu Zhongping.

　　Suddenly, a little child in a red shirt and trousers and a pigtail that rushed to the sky, I don't know where it came from, pulled out a cold and shining knife with his backhand, and suddenly came to the body of Ah Gan who had just fallen, grabbed his sideburns, cut off his head with a knife, turned over in the air, ran away with his head, and disappeared in a flash.

　　- Is this kid a kid? Or is he a ghost?

　　The green-robed old man still didn't move, and Wang Zhongping didn't move either, but the faces of the two of them had changed a little.

　　Seeing the little ghost cut off his head, seeing the little ghost fly away, they couldn't move, because they couldn't move, whoever moved first gave the other party a chance, a fatal chance.

　　- Why didn't the big boss and the twenty-nine silks move, was it because the imp was moving too fast?

　　- Why would a child-like imp come to this murderous place to cut off a dead man's head?

　　The green-robed old man stared at Wang Zhongping, suddenly sighed long, and said in a very sentimental voice, "Mr. Wang, it seems that you are probably no longer good, and you don't even want your head to cut off your head." "Oh?"

　　"If he wants your head, he'll wait until you're dead before cutting it off. He waved his hand.

　　"Let's go. The green-robed old man said, "If you don't even want your head, how can I, an old ghost, still want your life?" Wang Zhongping let out a long sigh softly.

　　"Yes, it looks like I'm really old. He said: "The head of an old man is like the body of a drunken woman, and there is usually nothing that anyone wants." The green-robed old man also sighed: "It seems that there are indeed many things in the world like this. "Not bad at all. Wang Zhongping said.

　　He dressed himself and saluted, saluted the old man, saluted the big boss, and saluted the twenty-nine silkworms.

　　The gesture of saluting was gentle, but everyone could imagine that between his gentle movements, every moment could be a killer who stabbed the enemy to death, because he also knew that the old man in the green robe would never really let him go.

　　- One hundred thorns, ninety-nine.

　　- Who is the person he chooses, and who is he to die with?

　　He had chosen a man whom he was sure he could kill, and there should always be no doubt about that.

　　The problem is, whoever he's going to deal with here, he seems to be pretty sure.

　　So everyone was on guard, didn't move, and was waiting for him to move first.

　　The strange thing is that he didn't move, as if he really believed that the old man in the green robe would let him go, and walked forward slowly and leisurely. It's about to get out of this town.

　　The big boss turned a blind eye, and the old man in the green robe actually watched him walk away like this, as if he was not afraid that he would reveal his secrets, and as if they had some handle in his hand.

　　Who knows?

　　At this moment, only the shadow of a tall, slender woman came out of the boundless darkness outside the town, and walked towards him, stretching out her arms and embracing him tightly.

　　For most people, the Silk Road means a dead end, and even if he accidentally gives someone a way to live, that road is as thin as a gossamer. Mr. Liu said to Murong, "So Ah Gan should be a dead man by now." "Definitely. "

　　"The big boss wants him to die, and the old monster in the green silk robe wants him to die, and we don't seem to want him to live anymore, who else in this world can save him?" Murong said that no matter how incredible and unsolvable things happen in this world, there seems to always be someone who can solve them. "Who is this kind of person?"

　　Murong said with a smile. This kind of person seems to be the Chu Liuxiang you just mentioned. "Chu Liuxiang.

　　Famous all over the world, every family heirlooms, every girl's dream lover, every teenager's idol, every girl's unmarried mother's most wanted son-in-law, every friend who is most willing to make in the eyes of every hero, every owner of a soul-locking place is most willing to enthusiastically attract customers, every poor man likes to see the person he likes to see, and every good friend likes to drink with him.

　　In addition, of course, he is also the eater who knows the most in the eyes of all the famous chefs in the world, the player who knows the most in the eyes of all the best tailors in the world, and the biggest high-roller in the eyes of all casino owners in the world.

　　It doesn't matter who it is.

　　The big boss of the Kanto Racecourse, the big businessman in the Changbai Mountain, the chief helmsman of each mountain and the province, the chief scoop handle, the left side of the red and the right side of the green on weekdays, throwing thousands of dollars, and the face does not change.

　　But as soon as they see him, the color of these people's faces will probably change somewhat.

　　Because he is Chu Liuxiang.

　　- A Chu Liuxiang who can never be there again, heaven and earth, unique, if he suddenly "doesn't", no one can replace him.

　　Such a person, if not envied and admired, is liked.

　　But when Mr. Liu heard "this name" of this person, his face suddenly showed an indescribable sadness, and it was really a kind of sadness that he couldn't say and couldn't write.

　　Seeing this strange and weird and inexplicable expression on his face, Murong couldn't help but ask, "What are you?" he asked Liu, "It looks like you're sad." "It seems to be a little bit. "

　　"Why are you sad?"

　　"Because I know that even Chu Liuxiang can't save Ah Gan. "

　　"Why?"

　　"Because Chu Liuxiang was already a dead man three months ago. "Murong is also dead.

　　At least he doesn't look any different from a dead man now.

　　This very tall and slender woman, wearing a snow-free robe, the phoenix is blowing, the white robe is fluttering, she hugs Wang Zhongping tightly, just like an amorous girl, and suddenly sees her first love lover again, so passionate, so passionate.

　　But suddenly her hand was released again, and her person was suddenly blown away like a white ghost by the cold and gentle evening wind, blowing people farther away into the darkness of the night.

　　Wang Zhongping still stood there in his original posture, and after a long time, he began to move.

　　This time, he didn't go any further, and when he walked into the place where the light could illuminate him, everyone saw that the appearance on his face was also very strange, and every organ and every ~ muscle on his face seemed to have been bent and deformed.

　　When he walked to the front, everyone saw that his face had changed to an orchid-like color. - Orchids come in many colors, but each color has a poignant paleness.

　　That's the color on his face, even in his eyes.

　　Then he lowered it like an orchid that had suddenly withered.

　　When he fell, his eyes were fixed on the Silk Road, and he said in a voice full of schadenfreude and resentment deep into the marrow, "It's useless, it's absolutely useless!" He said word by word, "No matter how you design, this time you will still be defeated?" "Why?"

　　"Because of that blind man, if you had known who he was, you might have been killed by a headfirst now. The muscles on his face, full of resentment, suddenly twisted into an indescribably strange smile: "Because you will never know who he is." Although Silk and Silk Road are both good at extorting confessions, it can be seen that they can no longer force him to say a word.

　　Because he was dead, he died after saying this, and when he died, his face looked like an orchid that could change color at any moment in the moonlight.

　　The ghostly white-robed woman, when she floated in the night sky with the wind, seemed to have waved her hand to the Iron Boss and Silk Road, and her self-colored sleeves fluttered in the dark night, looking like an orchid.

　　At this time, it was already midnight, and the evening breeze seemed to send a faint fragrance of orchids.

　　"Chu Liuxiang is really dead. "Yes. "

　　"Are you sure?"

　　"I have!"

　　Mr. Liu said gloomily: "Originally, I didn't believe that he would die, deep and sinister like a flowerless monk and Nangong Ling, as brilliant and amazing as a jellyfish and Shi Guanyin, they can't want him to die, who else can?"

　　But he did die, at the hands of a woman, a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy, but in fact like a devil. Mr. Liu said, "Her name is Lin Huanyu." "Lin Huanyu?"

　　"Yes," said Mr. Liu, "Huijun Mingzhu is in tears, and Huijun Baoyujun is dead." The death of the concubine is endless, and the heaven and the earth will never gather?" Murong is also a lover, "The concubine dies and mourns, and he will never get together." He chewed on these words stupidly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

　　All he could say was, "This must be a story that is so much slanderous and lingering that people love you to the death, but fortunately I don't want to hear it at all now," Murong said, now I'm not in the mood to listen to this kind of fucking bullshit story about seeing a living ghost. "The gentle and elegant Murong Gongzi will also scold, and he will only feel a little happier in his heart when he is driving.

　　Of course, I only scold when I feel the most unhappy in my heart.

　　Midnight.

　　The aroma of orchids wafting in the wind is clearer, lighter and lighter, but it has not disappeared.

　　But man is gone.

　　The murderer, the cold wind, the ghostly woman in white robes had all vanished into the darkness, leaving behind only a corpse that had not disappeared for the time being and a dead man whose head had been cut off.

　　Big Boss Iron took a deep breath.

　　"It smells good, it really smells. He said, "No wonder learned people say that only the fragrance of orchids is the fragrance of jade." "Could it be that Chu Xiangshuai's world-famous tulip flower fragrance can't be compared?" "Of course it can't be compared." "

　　"Why?"

　　"Gu Wei Chu Liuxiang is no longer there now?" asked Silk Road deliberately.

　　"Yes. "

　　So Tie Da Boss and Silk Road laughed together, as if they had forgotten what Wang Zhongping had just said.

　　"No matter what, you will definitely lose this time, because that blind man ......" Wang Zhongping never lies, what the big boss Tie said to him has always been very trusting, and this time he said this, it will never be without reason.

　　But this time, Uncle Tie didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and even seemed to have forgotten that he had seen a blind man just now.

　　At this time, the moon is about to be full, and this day is August 13, the first two nights of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the decisive moment of the decisive battle between the iron boss and Murong Gongzi, which is on the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chapter 4: The Eve of the Decisive Battle

　　Murong sat down. Sitting on a round pier made of Jiangnan brocade green satin, sitting in front of a low table with an ancient phoenix in the Han Dynasty.

　　The clothes are no longer in the old abandoned garden. He was on a raised platform.

　　The platform is on a high place, ten maru zhang high, high on the top, is made of a very thick bamboo, erected on a slope, so high that you can see the lights in the distance.

　　- The lights of the town in the distance.

　　There are also lights nearby, and the lights are under the high platform.

　　It will be past dusk, and it will be dusk. Suddenly, the endless cold autumn night enveloped the hillside.

　　Then the lights came on.

　　All kinds of lamps of different sizes, all kinds of bright and dark flickering fires, lit up in front of all kinds of camp tents, illuminating the faces of all kinds of men and women, young and old.

　　The only thing that is the same is that every face has the same tired and helpless expression.

　　Because they were all forced to leave their homes.

　　- Their home was in that town that seemed to have died suddenly.

　　- Their home, though poor, is still warm, the kitchen with a hot stove, the dishes and chopsticks that are washed very clean every day, the meals that always feed the husband and children, the beds that they are used to sleeping, the thick and soft quilts, the jar that may have a little sweets and dried fruit rock candy that can make the children smile, maybe a little wine in the jar, maybe a book or two under the pillow that can make the night more sweet.

　　Why are they leaving their homes?

　　Because they can't afford not to go, because they can't do anything about it, because they can't resist violence at all.

　　So they just have to go.

　　When they heard that "there were two very powerful groups of men who had chosen to be the place of the fight in this town that belonged to them," they had no choice but to leave their home.

　　Because they are all too weak and too kind.

　　Why are good people always weaker?

　　Newborn babies bury their heads in their mother's breasts, the little ones hug each other for warmth, the older children fall asleep with a burden, the old ladies and gentlemen sit or lie down, and they don't know whether they are asleep or awake, and the fire flickering near and far away illuminates the wrinkles on their faces that make people look deeper.

　　What about the grown-ups?

　　The head of the family who shoulders the burden of a family, the housewife who has to plan the family plan every day, the middle-aged man who has realized that his wife is about to leave him, the young woman who has found out that her husband is cheating on her sister, the young man and girl who love each other but can't get together, one by one sit alone under the night sky, what is the feeling in their hearts?

　　The homeland is still there, but it may no longer be theirs? Reborn after the catastrophe, will the future life be the same as before? Will it be possible to survive after this calamity?

　　- Oh my God, how many people have remorse in their hearts, wishing they hadn't committed the sins they had committed before.

　　Murong looked at these people from the high platform, Mr. Liu was beside him, and the two women wearing straight robes in the blue were also there, all looking at the expressions on his faces.

　　There was no expression on his face.

　　There seemed to be a sadness in his eyes, but he immediately turned to the distance, and there were still lights in the town in the distance. The pity in his eyes suddenly turned to anger.

　　"You said those two turtles must have left, why haven't they left yet?" he said.

　　"You see they're still there?"

　　"Nope. "

　　"You just see there's a light there. "

　　"Yes. "

　　"People are not lamps," Mr. Liu said calmly, "If people are gone, they can still light the lamps there." "Why are they lighting their lights there?"

　　"Because they want to make you think they're there all the time. Mr. Liu said, "If they are there, of course you will not go, and before the day of the decisive battle, those twenty-nine men will be ambushed there safely." "—These people, of course, cannot be found unless necessary, and only when necessary can they deliver a fatal blow.

　　Mr. Liu is not blind in his eyes, but also in his heart.

　　"When you see the lights there, your heart is uncertain, so they can go back to recuperate, wait for work, and brake quietly," Liu Mingqiu said, "If you go, if you find one of their ambushes, what else do they have to do?" Murong's attitude immediately changed, and he immediately admitted: "For them, it is really not fun." He suddenly smiled again, and asked Mr. Liu again: "When they don't think it's fun, it should be when we think it's the most fun, right?" "

　　"Then should we go right away? "

　　"Yes. "

　　"Okay, I'll listen to you. Murong said, "You go now, take twenty-nine masters, and uproot all of their twenty-six ambushes," that is not necessary. "

　　"Don't you have to?" Murong looked surprised, "Why not?"

　　"I don't have to take twenty-nine people with me. "

　　"Why?"

　　"For the twenty-six ambushes are separated by a distance, and all of them are extremely secretive. When they did not hear the signal they had agreed in advance, no one dared to act rashly and rashly appeared. "So when we go to attack his first ambush, we won't know about the other ambushes." "Oh?"

　　"I realized that when they were ambushed, they would have to kill them in a single move, and it was only a matter of moments. Mr. Liu said lightly, "I can guarantee that the twenty-nine people in these twenty-six ambushes will not even make a sound before they die." He said, "If I take twenty-nine men and alarm them, it will be self-defeating." "Reasonable!"

　　"So I just have to take one person with me. "

　　"Just one person?"

　　"Twenty-six ambushes, twenty-nine people, at least of them. There were two people in the ambush. Mr. Liu said: "Although it is not difficult to use one enemy against two, it is foolproof to use two to control two." "Yes. "

　　"Should I bring a master?" asked Murong.

　　"Of course. Murong said: "Of course you have to bring a master, and you must be a master of masters." Mr. Liu looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

　　"Childe's subordinates are as good as a cloud, but the one I want to bring with me, but I don't know if Childe is willing to let go?" "Who are you going to bring?" Murong's expression seemed to be a little nervous, but the smile in Liu Mingqiu's eyes was even stronger.

　　"It's her. Mr. Liu pointed to one and said, "She is the one I want to bring."

　　There have always been two people beside Murong, two people with blue hats covering their faces, wearing a straight blue cloth shirt, although they can't see the outline of the form, they can still see that they are women, and they have been supporting and taking care of him.

　　Among the two people, if you measure it with a ruler, one of them is a little taller, because her neck is longer and her waist is longer.

　　The other one is a little shorter, but it looks taller.

　　Because of her long legs.

　　The length of her two legs almost touched two-thirds of her entire body. Her waist was thin and high.

　　The person Mr. Liu was referring to was her.

　　Murong seemed to be stunned, and it seemed that he might jump up at any moment, but in the end, he just let out a long sigh.

　　"You are not blind, you really have a set, you not only have thoughts and brains, but also have eyesight. Murong said, "I admire you, but I don't like you at all." "Yes. Liu Mingqiu smiled faintly, in this world, there are not many people who like me" "Why?"

　　"Because everybody thinks I'm too smart. Liu Mingqiu said, "I have met all smart people, if he thinks I am smarter than him, how can he like me?"

　　- A smart person usually doesn't like others to be smarter than him.

　　Murong was also laughing. "Fortunately, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if others like you or not. He said, "Because you are useful." "

　　Murong said: "A really useful person, he can not care whether others like him or not. "Yes. Mr. Liu said, "That's what I think." Watching him walk down the hill with the girl with long legs and a thin waist and wearing a straight robe, Murong kept having a very pleasant smile on his face, not only happy, but also proud.

　　He believed that Liu Mingqiu was definitely a very useful person, and this time he also used this person correctly.

　　"My surname is Su, and everyone else calls me Xiao Su. "

　　"I know. "

　　"You know? How do you know?"

　　"I probably know a lot more than you think. Mr. Liu said.

　　The moonlight is like silver, and the night is as quiet as silver. Silver is silent and silent, but it just shines.

　　Liu Mingqiu walked in front, Xiao Su followed behind, they didn't walk chivalrous, the autumn moon was still in the middle of the sky, and it would be dark before dawn, and that was the most suitable time for action.

　　After they walked silently for a while, Liu Mingqiu suddenly said, "Now you can already let me take a look." "See what?"

　　"Look at you. "

　　"All I can see now is a masked green cloth and a straight robe," Mr. Liu said. "What else would you like to see?"

　　"Look at your people. "

　　Liu Mingqiu said: "I know that you and your cousin can't let Murong see it, because he can't be stimulated a little anymore, for him, a young and beautiful girl is already a fatal stimulus, let alone two." He suddenly turned around and faced Xiao Su: "I'm not Murong, I can stand it." Far from being blind, his blind eye was as bright as a torch, "So now you must let me see you." "—Why? Why are young and beautiful girls such a deadly stimulus to Murong? Why do they cover their people in front of him?

　　What's the secret here?

　　Xiao Su quietly looked at this mysterious and treacherous blind blind man, and the eyes exposed under her blue mask seemed to be a pair of bluffs, clear and calm.

　　Extremely cold, extremely charming, extremely clean.

　　- Do leopard eyes look like this?

　　She did not remove her mask, but untied her garment, like a devout woman who sincerely believed in some mysterious religion, and would rather let others see her naked hole than let people see her face.

　　for her body is pure and perfect.

　　She is.

　　Her neck and shoulders are soft, her breasts are full and firm, her waist is thin and soft, her legs are round and slender and elastic, and her feet and ankles are fragile and soft. Her skin sparkled under the moon.

　　She stood naked in front of this strange blind man, and there was no shyness at all.

　　Because her body really looks like a master craftsman made of the purest gold, no matter how it is displayed in front of anyone, she can only be proud, not ashamed.

　　Liu Mingqiu quietly looked at the almost absolutely perfect body in front of him, and in a pair of cold eyes that were black and rarely affectionate, there seemed to be some praise, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.

　　"Did you know that you have something that most women don't have?" he asked Xiao Su.

　　"I know. Xiao Su said: "And I also know that I have more than one." "Oh?"

　　"I have a good body, I have good skin, and I also have a charm that can make a man's heart beat!" "Do you know that all of this you have is a weapon?" Liu Mingqiu asked again.

　　"I know. Xiao Su said: "Especially against men, these weapons are far sharper than any blade in the world." A mocking smile welled up in his eyes.

　　"If a woman were to use a sword against a man, she would not only be ugly, but also stupid. Xiao Su said: "It's as stupid as a man who always thinks that as long as he has money, he can conquer all women." "You seem to know yourself very well. "

　　"I've always known myself and tried to make myself aware of myself. Xiao Su said: "Because if a woman doesn't understand herself, she will fall for a man, Mr. Liu laughed." With a very interested smile, he asked her, "So, do you also know what methods you should use to make good use of these weapons?" "Yes." "

　　Xiao Su said: "When I go to raid with you, I will go like this, naked." "How would a young and strong man who was hiding in a secret place suddenly see a beautiful woman with long legs and a thin waist full of temptation appear in front of him?

　　- I don't know how other people react, I just know that if I saw a woman like this in this situation, someone slashed me in the neck, I wouldn't feel pain.

　　Mr. Liu smiled again.

　　"No wonder Murong said, I am a person with vision, I really didn't misunderstand you. He said, "You did not disappoint me. Under the high stage, the displaced people suddenly asked each other a little happier than just now, because each of them had a bowl of steaming beef soup in front of them, and there were also pot kui and pieces of self-wheat cakes three or four times thicker than gold bars, and it was a whole beef stewed soup.

　　They all knew that the meat and the loaf had been given by the man on the high platform, but they had no idea that the man was the one who had displaced them overnight.

　　So they were all very happy.

　　- Sometimes "knowing" is painful, and "not knowing" is pleasant.

　　- So is "complete ignorance" the most pleasant?

　　Murong was on the high platform.

　　Some people seem to be always on a high platform, and they seem to be always high and unattainable, so few people will ask him: "Are you cold?" Murong is not cold, at least not now, because there is a pair of warm hands pressing his muscles, muscles and joints.

　　These hands are very beautiful hands, if someone says that these hands are "like spring onions", this person must be a pig, because there will never be such a beautiful green onion in this world, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, the green onion will not have such a slender and delicate white tenderness.

　　On the wrists of these hands, there are a section of sleeves and blue sleeves.

　　- Xiao Su went with Mr. Liu, her cousin "sleeves" were still there, and Murong couldn't be without him.

　　The hands of the sleeves are so gentle, but the fingers are long and powerful, and under the pinching of her fingers, the muscles are relaxed, the blood is smooth, and most importantly, the mood is relaxed.

　　Murong looked so relaxed that he was almost paralyzed, but the expression on his face looked like it was a little painful.

　　He groaned under his soft fingers.

　　"I was wrong. Even if he wasn't moaning, it sounded, "I must have done something wrong this time, damn it, Sleeve, now I just wish you could kill me." His voice was close to crying, but Sleeve told him in a very gentle, calm and very firm voice.

　　"You're not wrong, you're not looking at the wrong person, everything you do, it's right. She told Murong, "I can guarantee that this time your plan will definitely succeed." —Murong suddenly withered. Only this woman, only her.

　　Who is she?

　　She is called a sleeve sleeve, not a red sleeve, but a blue sleeve.

　　Moonlight is like silver.

　　Xiao Su was still standing naked in front of the blind man who was not blind, she knew that he was not blind, not only was he not blind, but he also had much better eyesight than most people in this world.

　　She knew that every part of her body, even the finest part, could not escape his eyes.

　　This thought suddenly gave her an impulse in her heart that even she couldn't explain. She suddenly felt that she was contracting, her whole body, every part and every inch of her skin was tightening.

　　She actually hoped that something would happen. Sadly, nothing happened, and the blind man who was not blind seemed to be a blind man, and saw neither her naked body, nor her passion or reaction, he didn't even seem to feel anything at all, but told her coldly: "As long as you know how to use your weapons well, we will be foolproof in this operation." "Let's get started now?"

　　"Yes," Mr. Liu had even turned, "we'll go now." His coldness had undoubtedly made her a little angry, and she was determined to teach the blind man a lesson.

　　"Why can't we wait a little longer?" Xiao Su also said coldly: "Wait until it's almost dawn before making a move." "Why should we wait. "

　　"Because anyone with experience should know that the day is always darkest when the day is coming, and it is also the time when people who are waiting in tension are most tired. Xiao Su deliberately asked, "Is there a better chance of success if you go to raid at such a time?" "Yes." "Before dawn is also the time when the men's lust is at its highest, and I can even imagine that many of them must have masturbated during this time." Xiao Su smiled deliberately, and his smile was ambiguous and full of ridicule.

　　"I'm a very good-looking woman, and I often come into contact with some normal and healthy men. She said, "I probably know a little bit more about them than you do." "—you don't know them because you're neither healthy nor normal, otherwise why would you be unresponsive to me?

　　Of course, Xiao Su didn't say these words, because she believed that even if she didn't say them, this blind man should understand what she meant.

　　But she was wrong.

　　Mr. Liu was still completely unresponsive, as if he didn't understand what she was saying at all.

　　"You have a point. He was still praising her, "Very reasonable." "So should we wait a little longer before we go?"

　　"We don't wait. "

　　"Why?"

　　"Because if we wait, I'm afraid I'll do something I shouldn't be doing. Mr. Liu had already turned around completely, "Before we act, we'd better not use our physical strength anymore!" Xiao Su's face suddenly turned red, so red, so red, fortunately, Mr. Liu didn't see it.

　　He had his back to her.

　　But this was not the most important reason, he could not see her blushing, only because his eyes suddenly became dark.

　　It was so dark that he couldn't see anything, and his throat even let out a whimper of the beast before it died, and his face suddenly became contorted and spasmodic.

　　He had even fallen.

　　At this moment, suddenly there was a child wearing a red shirt and white pants and combing a pigtail that skyrocketed, and he didn't know where he came out, pulled out a cold and shining knife with his backhand, and suddenly rushed to Mr. Liu, who had just fallen, grabbed his hair bun, cut off his head with a knife, turned over in the air, and ran away with his head, and couldn't see that this child was a child in the blink of an eye? Or is it a little ghost?

　　No matter what, he is by no means a normal and healthy man, because he has never looked at Xiao Su since he came and went.

　　Such a woman, with such full breasts, such slender and strong legs, stood here so naked, but in his eyes, it seemed as if there was no dead person lovely.

　　Xiao Su suddenly felt that his eyes were damp for a while, and then he quickly fainted.

　　At this time, Murong was saying to the woman beside him in a very pleasant voice: "I believe that the action must have begun now, and it will definitely be successful. "

Chapter 1: The Night of the Decisive Battle

　　August, fifteenth, Mid-Autumn Festival, full moon.

　　What about people?

　　Bloodshed has been shed.

　　There is no blood in the month, but there is in the man.

　　From this place, the moonlight is definitely not as bright as the lights, and all kinds of lanterns are lined up in every place on the street where lanterns can be hung, making this reunion festival, which should be very peaceful and peaceful, look a bit like the night of Shangyuan carnival that Jin Wu can't help but have.

　　This already dead and deserted border town also looks a bit like a picturesque Yuan Ye flower market.

　　It's a pity that there are only lights on the streets, no one.

　　People are upstairs.

　　Sihailou is located in the heart of this street, as if it were the heart of the town. Controls the rhythm of breathing and the flow of blood in this place, and everyone here is proud of it.

　　The Iron Boss sat in a tall building, his eyes were like eagles, but he looked like a tiger and a leopard, eager to drink the blood of his enemies.

　　There were a lot of people lining up in front of him to make a briefing. "The blade overhaul inventory is complete. "The lantern candle oil has been replenished, and there is no leakage, no illness, no drunkenness, no loss, and no off-duty. "The streets are cleared, there is no standing water, there is no barrier!" Everything was arranged, but no one mentioned the silk in the dark card.

　　It was absolutely secret, except for the twenty-nine silk soldiers who were ready to die at any time, only the big boss himself and Silk Road knew this secret, and even if someone else knew, that person would not be able to tell this secret now.

　　A person without a mouth can't say anything, and a person without a head can have a mouth?

　　Although the expressions of Boss Tie and Mr. Silk Road were very serious, they were also very calm and calm.

　　They always seemed to be sure of that.

　　Jiangnan Murong, who is famous all over the world, and Liu Mingqiu, who is blind but not blind, in their eyes, good oaks are just two moths.

　　They had already lit their lamps and waited for the moths to come and put out the fire.

　　There was a flash of light in the distance, as if a meteor had fallen, and a person as light as a swallow swept through the air, swept into the brilliant place of light from the darkness, and then swept through the window into the tall building.

　　He looked like a child, but at thirty-six or seventeen years old, he looked like a young girl who had not yet fully developed, but who had grown a beard many years ago.

　　Because he's a dwarf. Born a dwarf. It's just that this dwarf is a little different from other dwarfs.

　　His surname is Zhu, and his name is Zhu Ru.

　　He married a wife.

　　His wife's name is Ma Jiajia, with good appearance, good family background, good demeanor, good grooming, good clothing, and she is a famous beauty in the rivers and lakes.

　　Her figure is especially praiseworthy, with long legs, shrugged breasts, and a high waist, even the most picky man will never find a single flaw.

　　Ma Jiajia is seven feet one inch tall, just twice as tall as her husband, Mr. Zhu.

　　With this alone, Mr. Zhu can already be proud.

　　What makes him even more proud is that it is not his wife who is envied by the people in the rivers and lakes, but his light skills.

　　He was confident that his light skills could at least rank eighth among Jiang Qian."The body is as light as a swallow, and he lands silently, and when he lands, he falls on the side of the big boss Tie.

　　He flew through the air and entered through the window, his mouth in the ears of the big boss as his toes hit the ground.

　　Uncle Tie actually sat still, because he had known that this person would come, and he would be beside him as soon as he came.

　　When Zhu Ru performed light skills, the accuracy of "landing" has always been incomparable to few people, even if he jumped up and volleyed eighteen somersaults, his landing point would still fall on the place where he just jumped, and even the footprints could be completely consistent. It's like the mouth of a lover in love, it fits tightly, and it's exactly the same.

　　So the big boss only asked lightly: "How is the situation?"

　　"The situation is good. Zhu Ru said, "As the big boss expected, almost all of them are here." "Almost?" the big boss asked, "How much worse?"

　　"It's just one missing. "

　　"Chen?"

　　"Liu Mingqiu. Zhu Ru said: "This blind man who is not blind has always been a loner, but recently he suddenly took refuge in Jiangnan Murong. "Why?"

　　"No one knows what it is for?" Zhu Ru said: "What is even more puzzling is that he didn't come today." The big boss didn't seem to be very interested in this question, and the question he felt interested in was: "How many people are here who shouldn't be here?" "

　　"Chen?"

　　"A woman with her face covered in white and wearing a straight white cloth robe, which seemed to be very mysterious. Zhu Ru said: "Murong came in a small sedan chair, and this woman has always followed the small sedan chair. Tie Da Boss frowned, and suddenly asked Zhu Ru: "How do you know that this person is a woman?" He asked Zhu Ru: "Not only can you not see her face, but you can't even see her and her body, how can you be sure that she must be a woman?" This question is very sharp, and very true, and Zhu Ru's answer is equally practical.

　　"Because the first time I saw her, it became hot, and suddenly my whole body became hot. Zhu Ru said, "I can't see her whole body, but I felt more impulsive at that time than seeing seventy or eighty naked beautiful little girls." "It's hard to explain. Zhu Ru could only say: "Every step she takes, every action, there is an indescribable temptation, especially her eyes." Zhu Ru sighed, "Her eyes are like a pair of invisible hands, which can snatch your soul away at any time." He couldn't explain it very well, but the big boss and Mr. Silk Road already understood what he meant.

　　A natural stunner is like an awl, no matter what kind of bag you hide her in, it can penetrate the bag just as well.

　　"Do you know where this woman came from?"

　　"I don't know. Zhu Ru said: "But I know that she must be Murong's woman, she has always followed him, almost never leaving." "A man who can make such a woman follow her side is of course very prominent.

　　"What kind of person is Murong of this generation?" Boss Tie asked Zhu Ru, "What is so special about him?" "It's hard to say. Zhu Ru hesitated.

　　He has always been very observant and very good at talking, and it should be easy to describe a very prominent person.

　　"This Murong seems to be different from the Murongs of previous generations. Zhu Ru said, "On the surface, he is no different from other Murongs, he is also pretentious and elegant, with a high appearance, and there is no blood on his face at all, just like a dead man." "It's not a dead man," Iron Boss interjected coldly, "It's a nobleman," "Noble?"

　　"They often say that only the noblest people can have this kind of complexion, not only to be so pale that they are bloodless, but also to be self-satisfied," the Iron Boss sneered: "Because people like them usually don't need to shed blood and sweat in the sun." "He's not that kind of person, he's a man who rises from sweat and blood, and his face is like bronze, so when he talks about this kind of person, there's always an indescribable contempt and ridicule in his tone.

　　- because he knows that no matter how rich he is, he will not be able to change this kind of face. Because he only has the "present" and the "future", but not the "past".

　　- His past cannot be brought up, and even he does not want to think about it.

　　- If a person does not have some warm and beautiful memories, how can he survive the cold and lonely winter as he grows old?

　　Zhu Ru finally understood what the big boss meant.

　　But this Murong of this generation is by no means such a self-absorbed person. "Oh?"

　　"Although this Murong looks the same as them on the outside, he ......" After thinking about it for a while, Zhu Ru chose what he thought was the most appropriate description: "But under his shell, there always seems to be another person hidden inside." "What kind of person?"

　　"A man who is the complete opposite of what he looks like. Zhu Ru said, "A mean, dirty, insidious, vicious, vulgar, tricky, shameless, brutal scoundrel and liar." Big Boss Tie's face changed.

　　A person can have two polar opposites, which are not only incredible, but also terrifying.

　　No one wants to have such an enemy.

　　"What about his martial arts?" Boss Tie suddenly asked anxiously, "How is his martial arts?" "I don't know. Zhu Ru said, "I can't see it." "

　　"But you can see that he asks what's special, what's so special. "That's what you should see.

　　A person who has undergone extremely strict martial arts training, a person who has special extraordinary attainments in a certain kind of martial arts, can be seen in his every move, and even in his demeanor.

　　What's more, Zhu Ru is a person who has been rigorously trained in this area. Unexpectedly, he said, "I can't see it." "How could you not see that?" the big boss was already angry, "can't you see him." "I saw him. Zhu Ru said, "But I can only see him as a person, but I can't see his movements and demeanor." "Why?"

　　"Because he didn't move at all, not even his little finger. Zhu Ru said, "And there is not even a little expression on his face." Zhu Ru didn't wait for the boss to ask again, and explained: "His face looks like it is carved out of marble." Zhu Ru said. He didn't move, just because he had been sitting in a very comfortable chair and hadn't moved. "The chair has four legs, but the chair won't walk.

　　So how did Murong come about?

　　It's a stupid question, you don't have to answer it at all, the real question is on another point.

　　The big boss of Tie had already thought of this, and Mr. Silk Road was already asking Zhu Ru: "Do you mean that he was carried by someone while sitting on a chair?"

　　"He's not hurt?"

　　"Nope. Zhu Ru said, "At least I don't see that he looks like he's injured." "Of course his leg wasn't broken!"

　　"His leg seems to be still there. Zhu Ru said, "It seems that the Murong family will not choose a person with a broken leg to take charge of the door. "Jiangnan Murong has always been competitive and competitive, and he wants to save face, and the heirs of each generation are all sons of the turbidity who are both civil and military, and have a shining demeanor.

　　"Then what's going on with this Murong?" The big boss frowned and asked, "He is neither injured nor crippled, why didn't he walk on his own? Why don't you get a horse to ride?" Zhu Ru didn't speak.

　　This is not a smart question either, and it shouldn't have been asked to him at all, this question should have been asked to Murong himself.

　　There was no need to answer the stupid question, but this time Mr. Silk Road actually said, "That's a great question." He said, "If a man does something that he should not have done, if he is not stupid, it is because he is very smart." And there must be something wrong with it.

　　"This Murong doesn't seem to be a stupid person.

　　"He's definitely not. Mr. Silk said, "He may be far smarter than you and I think." f: "Oh?"

　　"He at least knew that there was a benefit to being carried in a chair. "What's the benefit?"

　　"Sitting in a chair is not only comfortable, but also retains energy. Zhu Ru said lightly: "We are waiting for him here, originally they waited for work at ease and took advantage of it first," Zhu Ru said: "But now we are all standing, but he is sitting, but it has become that he is waiting for work." The big boss laughed.

　　"Well, that's a good point," he asked Zhu Ru, "then why don't you ask someone to get a chair and sit down now?" "The top of this chair is made of navy blue velvet, which is bluer than dark blue, smooth and soft like a swan. Murong, who was dressed in a silk robe of the same color, sat lazily on the chair, making his pale face and pale hands look more obvious and prominent.

　　The two men carrying the chair, extremely short in stature and extremely broad in the shoulders) look like they are square. Their two legs ran like phoenixes, but their upper bodies did not move, and Murong sat upright, as if he were sitting in his small hall covered with Persian carpets.

　　It's not a small sedan chair, it's just a chair with two rhinos tied to it, but it's easy to mistake it for a small sedan chair.

　　The sedan chair should be moving, the chair should be static, they are two things that are never the same, but in one case, they are often mistaken for the same kind.

　　- Isn't it the same with people, and two people who are never the same are often mistaken for the same kind, and sometimes even for the same person.

　　There are a lot of things in this world that are like this.

　　The sleeves followed Murong's side, not leaving an inch.

　　There are also four other people, all of whom are not young and magnificent, but their demeanor is very leisurely, and they come calmly, as if they are taking a walk.

　　But they followed closely behind the two chair lifters, and they didn't even lag behind at all.

　　Others ran seven or eight steps quickly, and they took a leisurely step, and when the footsteps fell, they happened to be asked at the same moment as when the others fell on the eighth step.

　　Each of them also carried a heavy box that anyone could see.

　　A foil made of sandalwood with copper strips on top, and even if it is empty, the portion is not light.

　　Of course, the box will not be empty, and in the battle of life and death, no one will carry four empty boxes to the battlefield, but no one knows what is in the sperm.

　　The eight people who followed them were not as leisurely and calm as they were.

　　Sixteen people followed.

　　And then thirty-two.

　　The thirty-two men followed them, and if they didn't want to fall behind, they were already running at a brisk pace.

　　Looking at this group of people walking up the old streets of the town, the big boss suddenly asked Silk Road: "Do you see how many people they came?" "I can't see how many people." "I can only tell that there are six groups of people. "How many people are in a group?" "The number of people in different groups is different," said Mr. Silk Road, "and there were only two people in the first group. "One sits in a chair, and the other follows in a chair. "Yes. "

　　"What about the second group?": There are four in the second group, eight people in three groups, sixteen in four groups, and thirty-two in five groups. "I recognize three of the four people in the second group," Iron Boss narrowed, "All three are good hands!" "Yes." "

　　"But I think the most powerful of them is probably the one I don't recognize. "The man was tall and thin, but his head was very large, and the whole person looked like he had stuck a pear in a chopstick. Such a person should make people feel very funny, but in this world, there are probably not many people who think he is funny.

　　If a hundred people thought him funny, the least ninety-nine and a half of them had died under his nails.

　　"You must be talking about Mr. Ding. "

　　"I think it's probably him. "Iron boss," the man was slender and long, but his head was big and flat, and he looked like a nail. "His name was originally Ding Ziling. "

　　"Ding Ziling?" Big Boss Tie's face actually changed a little! "Ding Ziling, spirit nail, if you nail it, you will die." "Yes," said Silk Road, "I'm talking about him." "

　　Boss Tie's face was originally tense, but it relaxed in an instant.

　　"Yes, this nail is a little scary, but fortunately I am neither wood nor wall, and I am afraid of a bird. "I just think it's a little weird." "What's weird?,

　　"Two people in one group, four in two groups, eight people in three groups, sixteen in four groups, and thirty-two in five groups. The big boss asked Mr. Silk Road: "I calculated, there are only five groups at most, why do you say that it is six groups?" Mr. Silk Road smiled, and asked the big boss Tie with a very polite attitude: "Are the two people carrying the sedan chair human?" The two square people are almost square, not only the same width, but also the same thickness, and the two people look like two steamed buns placed on two square boxes.

　　Of course, this world is not small, but it is not easy to look at such two people.

　　Suddenly, Big Boss Tie's face tensed again.

　　Then he gave his order in the simple and direct way he was accustomed to.

　　"Our first attack was on their second and third groups, a total of twelve people, annihilated at once. The big boss said, "As soon as the signal we agreed on is issued, the action begins." He added: "This operation must be done in four high-fives." Silk Road smiled.

　　Not only did he understand what the big boss meant, but he also agreed.

　　Although the number of people in the third and fourth groups was large, the people were too weak to move first.

　　The two squares in the sixth group were too strong to move first.

　　So they must hit it first and cut off its head and tail.

　　- If a person can become a real big boss, after all, it is not an easy task.

　　Mr. Silk Road smiled, suddenly raised his hands as delicate as a beauty, and quickly made a few very graceful gestures.

　　This is, of course, a secret sign language, and no one other than his men will understand what he means.

　　At this moment, this has undoubtedly conveyed the order of the big boss.

　　Then he smiled and said, "Humans are actually very stupid." He said, "Everyone doesn't want to die, they try everything they can, they want to live, but sometimes they are stupid like moths and want to put out fires." "—There is light when the flame is burning. How tragic and beautiful the burning process is.

　　Is the moth that fights the fire really as stupid as Silk Road imagined:

　　At this time, Murong and his entourage had already walked to the door of the "Sheng Ji Food".

　　In one of the most hidden mountains of Kunlun Mountain, there is a big house made of white stones, hidden in a pile of gray-white mountain rocks, hanging stones on all sides are dangerous, dangerous as a sword, around the big house, there is almost year-round insoluble snow, the dense fog that does not disperse in all seasons, and it is often in the clouds and smoke day and night.

　　No one knows when this mysterious white stone house was built, and who lived in it?

　　In fact, not many people have actually seen this big house with their own eyes.

　　Most of the time, it seems to have disappeared into the clouds and smoke that envelop it all year round.

　　Each of the white stones used to build houses weighs at least 950 pieces of fine red bricks, and the heaviest ones may be twice as much.

　　The mountain is so dangerous, how did these boulders get up, how much manpower and material resources were involved, and even if they were mined nearby, it was sensational and incredible.

　　The specifications of the house are magnificent, and the structure is precise, even if there is a landslide or earthquake, there will be no danger of decline.

　　Although the exterior of the house is a rough and unpolished white stone, which looks magnificent and simple, but on the inside, it is almost mythical in its extravagance and sophistication, which no one can imagine.

　　There are three rooms in the house, two on the ground and one on the ground, and there are 360 rooms in total, the largest of which is said to be able to accommodate a thousand people.

　　The three hundred and sixty houses, of course, are carefully designed, and are furnished with all sorts of strange curiosities that you have fantasized about, and some famous treasures that you have never even imagined in your fantasies, and even in the humble servant's room, there are fine Persian carpets of exquisite handiwork.

　　Only one room is an exception.

　　This room is in the center of the house, but there is almost nothing in the room.

　　With a pure white wall, a pure white roof, a narrow door, two small windows, a table and chairs, a bed, a cotton pillow, a quilt made of cotton, and a man dressed in a cotton robe, he looked like an ascetic.

　　The wooden table is huge, very big. It was piled with dossiers sandwiched in white cardboard. Each dossier has a secret, and every secret can cause a sensation in martial arts.

　　If someone discloses these files, I don't know how many heroes, heroes, heroes, and heroines in the rivers and lakes will be destroyed because of this.

　　Among these files, a large part of them is about Chu Liuxiang.

　　Everything about Chu Liuxiang's life.

　　His ancestry, his family history, his birth, his childhood, his playmates, his upbringing, his struggles, his rise, his fame and the legendary stories he has lived through since then.

　　In addition to this, of course, there are his romantic and amorous lovers.

　　On the white cover of each dossier, its contents are simply and concisely noted, and some of them are very interesting.

　　"From Chu Liuxiang's childhood toys, I can see his tendency to learn martial arts and the way of martial arts in the future." Judging from Chu Liuxiang's young nurses, what kind of woman can make him most obsessed. "The relationship between Chu Liuxiang's nose and the drug. "

　　"Chu Liuxiang and Shi Guanyin. "

　　"Chu Liuxiang and jellyfish. "

　　Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua, and his attitude towards his friends. "

　　Chu Liuxiang's preferences and habits for sleep and diet. "

　　The content of the dossier is not only classified in detail, but also very incisive, from these dossiers, it is not difficult to see how deeply the person who studied Chu Liuxiang is?

　　This person knows Chu Liuxiang, maybe more than Chu Liuxiang himself.

　　The man, dressed in a calico robe with a triangular hood, looked like a Persian dervishe, and under all circumstances did he try not to let anyone see his face.

　　At this moment, he was intently flipping through one of the largest and thickest files, and the title on this file was impressive:

　　"Chu Liuxiang's death. "

　　This title is really sensational, waving his hand to the clouds, thousands of miles in an instant, even the ghost pawn of the king of Hades can't touch a piece of his clothes Chu Liuxiang, how can he die?

　　But there are indeed many people in the rivers and lakes who are secretly saying that the undefeated Chu Liuxiang is indeed defeated this time.

　　He is defeated, so he dies, and if the undefeated is defeated, he usually only dies.

　　But how can an undefeated person be defeated?

　　This dossier contains all the characters and details of the story, from the beginning to the end.

　　He is said to have died at the hands of a woman. This point already makes people feel that the legend is not without reason, if there is another person in this world who can defeat Chu Liuxiang, this person is of course a woman, and she is an extremely beautiful woman.

　　There is no doubt that people are of the same mind and that their hearts are of the same mind.

　　It is said that this woman's surname is Lin and her name is Lin Huanyu.

　　Lin Huanyu is of course extremely beautiful, but no one knows how beautiful she is, because no one has ever seen her.

　　But the woman who can make Chu Liuxiang obsessed with the fall of the city is undoubtedly a stunning woman in the world, which does not need to be seen with your own eyes, no matter who can imagine it.

　　And she is also a cousin of the Murong family in Jiangnan, and the cousin of Murong Qingcheng, the first son in the world, a stunning talent, and a peerless Murong Qingcheng.

　　If you want to find a suitable partner for Chu Xiangshuai, who else is more suitable than her?

　　This story, in addition to Murong, Xu Huanyu and Chu Liuxiang, is said to implicate some other people, of course, they are all famous people, including even including:

　　Liushang embankment, the first in the south of the Yangtze River, the first in swordsmanship, the first in style, there is a sword like silk, to overcome rigidity with softness, a sword through the heart.

　　Liu Ruis, the first prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, is as glamorous as a peach and plum, charming as a boneless, and disdainful.

　　Kanto is angry, a big man, a generation of heroes, Kanto is angry, and there are countless corpses.

　　With these brilliant people, this story should have been extremely sensational, but the strange thing is that there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who really know the foreign feelings in this story. Especially its ending, even fewer people know about it.

　　Perhaps because few people know about it, there are more and more legends about it.

　　Some people even say that although Lin Huanyu is beautiful, she has been plagued by evil diseases since she was a child, and she is like a vicious snake, which can not only entangle herself, but also entangle everyone who falls in love with her.

　　Chu Liuxiang fell in love with her, so she had to die.

　　But can anyone prove that Chu Liuxiang is really dead? Has anyone ever seen his complete corpse with their own eyes?

　　The man in the white cotton robe had been studying the dossier repeatedly, and if anyone could see his face, he would have seen that he was very tired, and if anyone could see his eyes, he would have seen that his eyes were bloodshot.

　　If anyone can see through his heart, he will definitely find that there is a dead knot in his heart.

　　This knot is very difficult to untie, and he will never know if Chu Rixiang is really dead.

　　In order to find this knot, he no longer knows how much manpower and material resources he has invested, and how much effort has been expended.

　　- Is this because of hatred?

　　- Of course yes, what other force can make a person pay such a big price, besides hatred?

　　- Who is this person, why do you hate Chu Liuxiang so much?

　　It wasn't until he saw a man that there was a glimmer of hope in his bloodshot eyes.

　　It was like a ghost, and suddenly it slipped in through the narrow door.

　　The figure flickered, and at a glance, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and only the ghostly man was heard to say in a low, hoarse but very excited voice. Operation Moth has begun.

Chapter 2: Operation Moth

　　Even years later, there are still people studying and discussing the battle that caused a sensation in the world back then.

　　According to the most accurate research, that operation began on the fifteenth day of August of that year. "According to your research, that operation is really called Operation Moth?" "Absolutely true. "

　　"I don't believe it. One of the younger said, "To act means to attack, to destroy the enemy." "When a moth fights a fire, it is self-defeating. "

　　"Do you want me to believe that they planned this operation in order to destroy themselves?" The older one smiled mysteriously, "But if you have to think so, you can't be wrong." "I don't understand what you mean. The elder suddenly sighed long: "The true intention of that action is indeed hard to imagine. "On August 15 of that year, in that town, the moon was bright and cloudless.

　　Murong's chair sedan chair has already passed through the "Shengji Food", there are only a dozen stores away from the "Four Seas Restaurant", and it is close to the area called the "arrow target" by the iron boss.

　　At this time, the distance is only a few moments at most.

　　At this moment, there was a sudden sound of "canopy" in the empty buildings on both sides, and countless lights suddenly went out in response.

　　In the darkness, I only heard the sound of the strong wind piercing through the air, whistling through the sky, and the miserable house was like a group of ghosts crying at night, crying and dancing from the darkness?

　　Countless strong winds seemed to be completely concentrated in front of the seven or eight stores in front of "Sheng Ji Food".

　　The people of the second and third groups under Murong were in this area at the moment.

　　Every sharp gust of wind breaking through the air flew over them.

　　If this is really the devil's trick, they are the target.

　　It's not the devil, it's a sharp arrow, but it can also kill people.

　　"What's more, the Iron Boss's first attack used this method?" "Winning a martial arts master with a bow and arrow does sound too careless, so until many years later, this young man, who was obsessed with studying the strategy of this battle, still couldn't help but be surprised.

　　"Yes. The elder's reply was very clear, he used this method, and used ordinary bows and arrows, but he had ambushed a total of one hundred and eight strong bows on both sides of the street, each with thirty-six carved arrows, and the archers were all experts in shooting beads, and when others shot an arrow, they had already shot three arrows!" He added: "These one hundred and eight men bent their bows and shot arrows, and only made a sound of a canopy, from this point, you can probably already imagine that they cooperate closely and react with them with agility!" As soon as the secret order was issued, the bowstrings rang out in unison, and one hundred and eight people did not differ in the slightest, in addition to tacit understanding, of course, the reaction should be fast.

　　The boy was silent. After a long time, he asked, "Why don't the Iron Boss and Mr. Silk Road use the strange soldiers they have already ambushed?"

　　"Yes. "

　　"You should be able to imagine that. The elder said, "Since they have been ambushed in a secret place that no one else can imagine, why should they expose themselves when it is not necessary?" he stared at the young man with a serious expression, "This kind of ambush is absolutely useless until life and death are tied to one shot. "But," the young fox suspected, "I still think it's too weak to use that archer as the main force for the first attack." "Not weak,"

　　The elder said, "Definitely not weak. "

　　He said it in the dark, but he was by no means a strong man, so he explained it immediately.

　　"With this group of archers for the first offensive, at least three points of advantage. "What three points!" "First, Murong and the others must have been like us, they didn't expect that the other party would attack with archers, and they would have launched it before the two sides were facing each other?" The elder said, "Although I can see it more clearly now, it was just hindsight, and they must have been surprised at that time. "Surprise and unpreparedness, it is the principle of the military that has been unbreakable for thousands of years, and every strategist and every general has been unswervingly pursued throughout the ages.

　　This young man who is obsessed with the art of war, of course, will not have the slightest objection.

　　"Second, as soon as the bowstring sounded, the lights were extinguished, indicating that their arrows were aimed at their targets while they were firing. The old man said, "But the object of their attack, in a completely defenseless situation, suddenly became dark in front of them, as if at once they had fallen from the bright lights of day into the abyss of darkness from which they could not recover, and not only their eyes could not adapt, but their mentality could not be adapted." Although these two points were sufficient, he still had to make up for it with the third point: "These one hundred and eight archers, who were supposed to deal with at least a hundred people, have now gathered all the power of their attacks on them, not to mention that it is always difficult to dodge hidden weapons in the dark, even if they have the ability to listen to the wind and catch arrows, it may not be useful." "Because they don't have to catch three or five arrows!"

　　"Yes. "

　　"So, is this attack a complete success of Big Boss Tie?" the young man asked the elder.

　　The elder didn't answer, but only smiled faintly: "Actually, the big boss of the iron is not a brave and unscrupulous person, the first attack he launched actually included three independent programs, the bow and arrow operation, but the first program. The boy's eyes lit up suddenly.

　　"Yes, this program is not mainly to kill people, but to make the opponent's position unstable. The elder smiled: "Go on." "

　　"It would not be difficult for a master like the Nail Spirit to avoid such a bow and arrow, and perhaps by the time the bow and arrow sounded, they were out of the attack zone. The young man's expression was very excited, "But their position is in disarray, and they dodge in the darkness to avoid pursuit, and in the turmoil, they will inevitably fall into the ambush of the other party." He eagerly said, "Was this the situation at that time?" and the elder smiled more happily, "Yes, this was the case at that time." He said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, the first person to fall into the cake was Yan Chongxiao." The young man seemed to be very familiar with the martial arts celebrities of the previous generation, so he immediately said: "Are you talking about the swallow prince who married a male concubine?" "Yes." The elder smiled again: "Of course it's him." "

　　Yan Chongxiao, fifty-three years old, Fei Ling Lifting Technique and Swallow Spirit Three Masters, both of which are recognized as first-class in the rivers and lakes.

　　The first-class light power, the first-class hidden weapon, the first-class master.

　　He is, of course, one of the four masters in the second group identified by Mr. Silk Road.

　　As soon as the bowstring sounded, the lamp was extinguished, and Yan Chongxiao soared into the sky.

　　Of course, he knew that it was not a ghost crying, but a sharp arrow, but he didn't expect that Yu would shoot so much.

　　After shooting a row of arrows, Yan Chongxiao turned over in the air! The new power was not born, the old power was about to be exhausted, and suddenly there was an arrow wind breaking through the air in the dark.

　　Unexpectedly, Yan Chongxiao could still use his strength to sweep across and cross the roof in this situation.

　　But this time, when his body fell again, he had no more power. He could even feel his stomach churning and his mind starting to dizzy.

　　Recently, he often had this phenomenon, and whenever he used his true power violently, he would feel collapsed and faint.

　　So he had already begun to warn himself that sometimes he should also think of approaching some delicate, beautiful and gentle women, especially those with relatively flat breasts.

　　It's not normal to do things, and it's always easier to wear out your physical strength.

　　The place where he landed was a dark, narrow alley, with far more rats than people passing by, and a dilapidated lacquered wooden toilet in a corner full of garbage. This horse orange is actually the cleanest place in the narrow alley.

　　Although Yan Chongxiao was still dizzy, his eyes were used to the dark, and he wanted to find a place to sit, he saw this toilet, and there was no other choice in this place.

　　It's just that when he sat down, he was still vigilant, the "Swallow Flying Spirit Three Uniques" in his sleeve could be launched at any time, and the place where he sat down was also in the dead corner of this dead alley, no matter who came in, it was shrouded in the power of his deadly secret weapon with thirteen rounds.

　　He was sure that he was absolutely safe, and no matter how terrible it was to let go of him, he was sure to strike first.

　　So when he sat down, he couldn't help but sigh very comfortably.

　　——- person who knows how to ask for more blessings for himself, no matter how bad the situation, can find an opportunity to be comfortable and comfortable.

　　Yan Chongxiao has always been very satisfied with his own expertise.

　　Unexpectedly, this time he just sighed in this tone, and suddenly the question turned into a miserable cry.

　　Suddenly, like a cat with its tail burned, he jumped straight out of the toilet.

　　Although he didn't have a tail, he had it somewhere, and he had it.

　　When his people scurried up, there was an extra knife in the middle of his "place"—maybe only half a knife, at least only half a knife could be seen.

　　The other half has been hidden in his body.

　　The knife was in the hand of a man, and this man was hiding in this horse stab that absolutely could not allow anyone to hide.

　　Yan Chongxiao scurried up, and he also scurried, the blade was in Yan Chongxiao's body, and the handle of the knife was in his hand.

　　How much pain does it hurt for a man to have half a blade stuck in his body from somewhere? I am afraid that the pain is beyond the imagination of any other person.

　　When a person is in great pain, any strength can be used, not to mention that Yan Chongxiao already has a light skill that soars into the sky, so his speed has not decreased.

　　The person holding the knife felt that the knife had stabbed deep enough, so his body had begun to fall. , one is running upward, the other is already falling, the handle of the knife is still in the hand, there is no blade, it appears immediately, and appears as the person holding the knife falls.

　　And so the blood suddenly spilled out of the place where the blade came from.)

　　Yan Chongxiao didn't blink an eye.

　　He would never have imagined that someone could hide in a toilet bowl that was less than three feet tall and less than half a foot in diameter. ...

　　He couldn't have imagined that the knife that killed him would be stabbed in the biggest weakness of his life.

　　Advocacy and Lu Mi are brothers, and the kung fu they practice is the hard skills of hanging the iron palm and opening the mountain, but their minds are as dense and meticulous as a thread.

　　They are the second group, but in the rivers and lakes, they are already first-class players.

　　They listened to the wind, identified the direction in which a group of arrows were fired, and dodged it. After a rain of arrows, they immediately took advantage of the gap and flew here.

　　This is a kitchen, and according to its location and orientation, it is speculated that it should be the kitchen of "Sheng Kee".

　　Sheng Kee's business has always been very large, with a lot of manpower, everyone has to eat, and of course their kitchen is very large, and of course the pot stove is also very large.

　　But now there is not even a person in "Sheng Ji", but there is still a fire in the big stove in the kitchen, and the fire is still burning very strongly.

　　——- iron pot that can hide one person, and a large steamer that can hide one person.

　　The Lu brothers glanced at each other, with a smile in the corner of their eyes, sneering. At this moment, their brothers had already arrived in front of the big stove, one lifted the lid of the cauldron with his left hand, and the other carried the lid of the steamer with his right hand.

　　- The palm power of their brothers, one is the right hand, and the other is the left hand.

　　Carrying the lid of the pot in his left hand, the palm force is in the hand, and the lid of the pot is together, and he is killed by one blow.

　　It doesn't matter who is hiding in the pot. When the left palm is struck, the fate of the caged man is of course the same.

　　The only pity is that they didn't hit this palm, there was no one in the pot and no one in the cage. What about people?

　　The Lu brothers suddenly screamed like wolves, and in the flames in the big stove, two red iron bars suddenly pierced out, and suddenly they were inserted into their small stomachs.

　　The two iron bars stabbed out silently, and it was not until they stabbed their lower abdomen that they made a "snort" sound.

　　After a sound, there was a sudden silence.

　　Hearing this sound, the Chang brothers lowered their heads, and their eyes immediately filled with indescribable horror.

　　They were shocked to find smoke coming from their stomachs, and a stench of burning hair.

　　They couldn't help but start vomiting.

　　Vomiting is not too bad, only living people vomit, but unfortunately at first vomiting, suddenly I can't vomit.

　　Have you ever seen a dead person vomit? Have you ever seen a dead person vomit?

　　The stove suddenly cracked, and the two men in black flew up in the burning flames, as if they had just come out of hell, and the black clothes still carried sparks flickering one by one.

　　The lantern is made of a kind of transparent mulberry paper, hanging high under a row of eaves, fluttering lightly in the wind.

　　If someone could hide in such a lantern, who would believe it?

　　Who can hang lightly under the eaves all the time, with the lantern constantly shaking.

　　Who can huddle themselves up and stuff themselves into a lantern the size of a wine can?

　　This is simply not possible.

　　Moreover, the lantern is transparent, and even if an elf-like person can shrink his body and stuff it into the lantern and hang it on the eaves, it may still be visible from the outside.

　　Therefore, the five heroes of Tiger Hill, who had the most brilliant record in the second group of Murong Men, arrived here, and their vigilance was weakened.

　　Because they are not really big experts, they don't know that there will be some impossible things happening in the rivers and lakes at any time, because there are many incredible people, things, and things in this world.

　　There is a kind of mulberry paper made in a very mysterious way, and there is even some very precious mercury mixed in it, this kind of paper is absolutely invisible from the inside, but you can see the outside from the inside.

　　There is a kind of person who can hang himself in a very small space with only one finger, shrinking his musculoskeletal to the limit of what a human can bear.

　　The endurance of these people to endure pain and hunger has almost reached the limit of human beings.

　　The Tiger Hill Wujie couldn't understand the stamina of these people, so they were doomed.

　　At the moment when they were most relaxed, someone had already broken out of the lantern, and with a knife in their hands, the knife flashed, moving like an electric shock, and their heads were cut off in a flash.

　　Although these people didn't cut off their heads as fast as the boy in red, they were fast enough.

　　When their severed heads hit the ground, some of their eyes were still blinking, some of them still had a clear look of fear in their eyes, some of their tongues had just been spit out, and before they could retract it, some of their flesh was still shaking.

　　That trembling, there is actually a very beautiful rhythm, it seems that the competition is like the tremor when a virgin is embraced by a man for the first time.

　　- Under this tremor, the virgin will soon become a virgin, and the living will also become a dead person.

　　Why do some of the most beautiful rhythms in life always last long?

　　The first place where people lived had coffin shops, just as there must have been houses in that place.

　　If someone lives, someone dies, and if a person lives, he must live in a house. The dead will go into the coffin.

　　Whether the houses in a place are big or not depends on whether the people in that place live well or not. The bed in a family is not big, it does not have to depend on whether the male and female owners of the family are very affectionate.

　　Because there is no absolute relationship between the proportion of affection and the size of the bed, sometimes the more loving the husband and wife, the smaller the bed.

　　But if the coffin in a place is not large, it must be seen whether there are many dead people in this place.

　　Not enough people died in this town, at least not enough until tonight.

　　So in this coffin shop in the town, in addition to selling coffins, it also operates some side businesses.

　　Sell a little incense, candles, tin foil, iron treasury silver, trim the façade for the dead, prepare some shrouds, write a few not very smooth couplets for some gentlemen who don't know a few big characters, and occasionally even wear Taoist clothes and pick up magic weapons to do a ritual and write a few charms.

　　If you're lucky, and you happen to have this kind of buyer, there are still a lot of things to make on a dead man, and sometimes even the hair and teeth are exchanged for a little loose silver, but their biggest business is still paper.

　　When a rich man dies, his children and grandchildren are afraid that he will no longer have the enjoyment of the yang world after he reaches the yin world, and there will no longer be those gorgeous living utensils with chariots and horses, so they use paper to glue them into some paper house utensils, and the paper people and paper horses will be incinerated to him, so that he can have the same enjoyment in the underworld.

　　This is just a little filial piety expressed by later generations to their deceased parents, uncles and ancestors, no matter whether the people they sacrifice can really enjoy it or not, they have to do the same, filial people must do it, and unfilial people sometimes do better.

　　So the business of the coffin shop came.

　　The coffin shop always feels unpleasant, how can people who work in the coffin shop be happy when they face a mouthful of coffins all day long?

　　The owner of the coffin shop saw that there were customers coming to the door, even if he knew that there was money to be made, he couldn't show a little joy, and the customers who came to the door were all people who had just died at home.

　　The person who came to buy the coffin, even if he knew that the dead person would have a huge inheritance to obtain, even if he was so happy in his heart, he had to cry his eyes red and swollen first.

　　In the coffin shop, laughter cannot exist. But now a man came in with a smile on his face.

　　This person's name is Cheng Leng.

　　Although Cheng Leng is only forty-seven this year, he became famous thirty years ago, and he became famous early, which is rare in the rivers and lakes.

　　But the people in the rivers and lakes also know that after the war when he became famous thirty years ago, his heart and every part of his body have been frozen.

　　- The first battle in which a man becomes famous is usually also the one in which he is sad, and the victory in the first battle is as sad as death, and in the days that he will live in the future, sometimes he even hopes that it is not his enemies but him who will die in that battle.

　　So Cheng Leng wouldn't smile for a long time, but his face seemed to be smiling all year round, even when he was asleep, because there was a smile mark on his face that the Immortal Department couldn't erase.

　　Laugh marks left by a knife. Laugh marks are like knives.

　　So although he laughs all year round, he also kills all year round. As long as most people in the rivers and lakes see his smiling face, the sword light has not yet been seen, and their souls are gone.

　　Where there is Cheng Leng, there is Guo Wen, the two of them are inseparable, the end of the world is together, and they have never missed for 20 years. Now the two of them have walked into this coffin shop, a fire fold in Guo Wen's hand, the lights flickering and flickering, shining on the five coffins that have been painted and placed upright in the backyard ceiling, two unfinished white wood, three paper houses, and four or five paper people "two hundred and five".

　　In the darkness, there were screams and screams, and I don't know how many companions had fallen into each other's traps and ambushes.

　　This coffin shop is a good place to kill people, where will the other party be ambushed?

　　Cheng Leng and Guo Wen quickly exchanged glances, and the corner of their eyes was already staring at the three upright coffins.

　　The two large white coffins have not yet been completed, the coffin lid is still reclining on the coffin, the coffin is empty, and the paper hole of the coffin is supported by bamboo below, and no one can hide in the air.

　　If there is an ambush here, it is undoubtedly in the coffins of these three upright. These two battle-hardened martial arts masters are ready to launch their fatal blow.

　　But when they began to move, they were attacked by the paper-tied houses, mules and horses.

　　They were pretty sure of the blow, though.

　　After such a well-designed ambush, it will never be set in a place that anyone can imagine, and the sergeants who have been so carefully selected certainly have the ability to hide in places where no one can hide.

　　Surprise and attack unprepared, if it weren't for this kind of ambush, how could you deal with a master like them?

　　Cheng Leng used a knife, a four-foot-2-inch stainless steel soft knife, usually around the waist twice, with a pump, standing up against the wind, a move to "sweep thousands of troops", ten people bent their waists and died.

　　Guo Wen also uses a knife, Lianzi sweeps the knife, the knife is two feet eight inches long, the length of the Lianzi is from the heart, and sometimes it can be used as a flying knife, the blade is broken, and the person is ranked 100 steps away. Although it has a chain, it is strong.

　　Flying with two knives, using both rigidity and softness, in the rivers and lakes, this is almost an invincible stunt. When they "swept away a thousand armies" with their two swords, almost no one could retreat under their swords.

　　This time was no exception.

　　Swords fly, confetti flies. But there were only confetti, no flesh and blood, and the object of their attack was just some paper, and the ambush was not there.

　　- Where is the ambush?

　　Cheng Leng and Guo Wen swept out with a knife, and their hearts were sinking.

　　The heart can sink or die, but people cannot. The death of the heart is just sadness and numbness, and it can be resurrected, but between life and death, there is no choice, and there is no second chance.

　　They know this, as long as they have faced death.

　　And only this kind of person can understand.

　　- At the moment when a person is truly faced with death, what does it feel in his heart: is it blank, is it empty, is it frightened, or is it absolutely calm?

　　I can assure you that this is not something that people who have never experienced such a thing can imagine, and I think that only those who have faced death would dare to make such a guarantee.

　　Although Cheng Leng and Guo Wen's hearts sank, the muscles of their bodies were tense.

　　In this instant, they have pushed all the potential of their lives into their muscles, into every muscle in their body.

　　Only the vitality of the muscles can produce the elastic push of the body, and only this "energy" can create dodges and attacks.

　　- Avoid the crisis, attack another lurking crisis, and take offense as defense.

　　Cheng Leng, who was as calm as frozen, and Guo Wen, who was as gentle as a beautiful king, suddenly did something they would never do in ordinary times at this moment.

　　Suddenly, they shouted with great brazenness.

　　With a loud shout, your cavity expands, your abdomen tightens, and all the true qi accumulated in your lungs is squeezed out, and the potential that has just been injected into your muscles is also advancing at the same moment.

　　This kind of power allows their bodies to turn back from an impossible direction and at an impossible speed in a situation that is impossible to change again.

　　The sword flashed, and it was another move that swept through thousands of troops. The three brand-new coffins were also shattered by the light of the knife.

　　This time it should definitely not be missed.

　　Their eyes were full of red threads, like two blood-thirsty zombies, longing to see blood gushing out from under their knives.

　　Unfortunately, this time they were disappointed again.

　　With a "boom" sound, the two knives were nailed into the beams of the ceiling at the same time, hanging the two people in mid-air, shaking like a pendulum.

　　——- mistakes, maybe they can be remedied, two mistakes, and the opportunity is lost.

　　- Is there no ambush here at all?

　　Impossible.

　　- Where is the ambush?

　　I don't know.

　　Cheng Leng and Guo Wen now only hope to use this pendulum-like swinging rhythm to restore their strength in the shortest time.

　　It's just a pity that they don't have a chance anymore.

　　Masters compete, life and death in an instant, as long as a little mistake is made, it is enough to be fatal.

　　A person who has made two mistakes in a row is not only an extravagant hope but also a fool to pray for a third chance.

　　Oddly enough, most people are like that.

　　For when a person reaches despair, his thoughts and actions become simple and stupid, and the fear of despair has cut off their sharp reactions like a knife.

　　At this moment, the two empty coffins on the ground suddenly flew up, and three black figures suddenly jumped out from under the coffin.

　　Cheng Leng and Guo Wen watched the cold light driven by the three figures flying up piercing their throats and hearts like lightning, but they had no strength to parry and dodge.

　　Suddenly they felt like a dead fish that had been hung on an iron hook, and they could only be slaughtered by others.

　　It was the first time they had felt this way. And for the last time.

　　"Cheng Leng is cold and cautious, Guo Wen is alert and agile, the two join forces, for no reason, I believe they must have never had that feeling of despair in their lives. The elder sighed.

　　"I'm sure they won't feel that way again. The boy said, "A dead man has no feelings." "So when a person is alive, he should make good use of his thoughts and feelings, and never hang himself there like a dead fish for others to slaughter." "Yes. The boy said very seriously, "I will definitely be very careful about this." His expression was not only solemn but also respectful, for he knew that what the elders had said to him was not a cliché, but a very painful lesson.

　　The elder asked him again.

　　"What are you thinking about now?"

　　"I'm thinking, when the lights come on again, how many people will be left with that Murong Gongzi?" "Of course there aren't many left.

　　As soon as Liu Mingqiu went, there was no news, and Murong didn't know whether he succeeded or not, nor did he find out his whereabouts, so he rashly took a group of people to the appointment, and actually walked into the dead town where he didn't know anything about it. The boy's voice was filled with anger: "I think this is not only stupid, but also hateful. No one has the right to ask others to accompany him to his death. "Of course you would think it was hateful, and I would have thought so at my age. "What now?" the young man asked the elder, "what do you think now?"

　　The elder pondered, and then asked rhetorically, "Do you remember what their operation was called?" The boy remembered, of course, that it was ridiculous to use "moth" as the code name for the operation.

　　But the absurd thing will be hard to forget.

　　"Operation Moth. The young man seemed to change color, "Could it be that the purpose of their trip this time is like a moth to a fire, and they are supposed to send them to death." The elder smiled.

　　A smile is sometimes just a person's behavior when they are in a good mood, and sometimes it can be an answer.

　　An answer to a question that you don't want to answer, or can't answer.

　　The boy was also deep in thought. It didn't seem to be expecting the elder to answer his question.

　　- Questions that others don't want to answer are usually left to their own thoughts. Asking others this kind of question is usually just a part of your own thinking.

　　"I see. The boy suddenly said, "Do you think there are really so many people in this world who want to die?" "

　　"Why should people who don't want to die go to death?"

　　"They certainly have another purpose. "

　　"For what purpose?"

　　"They ......," the boy changed abruptly, "I don't mean them, but him." "I don't understand what you mean. "

　　"They are the ones who cause death, and he is the one who wants those people to die. The boy desperately tried to explain what he meant more clearly, "He wants them to die, just because he has another purpose, and those who die without knowing what is going on may not know what is going on." The elder stared at him, and after a long time asked, "What do you think is going on?" "Trap?"

　　"Murong took those people to die, but he just wanted to put himself to death first and then live, so that others would think that he was already dead. This is a strange idea, neither plausible nor reasonable.

　　But when his division commander looked at him, he had an extremely satisfied expression in his eyes.

　　Why did Murong want others to think that he was dead?" the young man asked himself.

　　This kind of question is usually answered only by one's own mouth.

　　"I've thought of a lot of reasons. The boy replied to himself, "I thought about it, but in the end there were only three words left," and "three words?" the old man asked, "Which three words?"

　　"Chu Liuxiang. "

Chapter 1: The Deadly Man

　　Two people died, one named and the other nameless, but in the eyes of others, they were all the same.

　　It's all the same, just a dead man, a corpse.

　　In a very mysterious and complex operation, a dead man will never make much difference.

　　Chu Liuxiang is dead, and he is just a dead person, no different from other dead people.

　　The reason for this action, why is it him?、The lights suddenly turned on again, lighting up this long street。

　　In the moment just now, I don't know how many fights, assassinations, and fights that will surely spread on this long street, and I don't know how many martial arts masters who once dominated one side bleed to death here.

　　But the long street is still there.

　　- Because the long street has no life and no feelings, the long street is still cold.

　　No one could be seen, no living person could be seen, no dead person could be seen, not even corpses or bloodstains could be seen.

　　If you were on that long street at that time, you would only see three people except for the shop that seemed to be a haunted house, and the lamp that also seemed to have a bit of a ghostly atmosphere.

　　A person with a pale complexion, a convex silhouette, and a demeanor and temperament that seemed to have the style and temperament of an ancient nobleman all over his body.

　　- It's Murong.

　　He had been sitting there quietly, the darkness of the moment, the light, the murder, the death, all seemed to have nothing to do with him.

　　Even destruction seems to have nothing to do with him.

　　Not only did this man not care about his own survival, but he also had no opinion on whether the world should be destroyed.

　　The only thing I cared about seemed to be nothing more than an ethereal shadow in the distance, a shadow that looked like an orchid. It was around midnight.

　　The other person wore a straight robe, covered with a self-cloth, but still looked with an irresistible and indescribable charm, even if she was hidden in the mountains and buried in the earth, her kind of strength, even if thousands of miles away, could still make you worry about it, this kind of charm can be felt by every mature man, but no one can say it.

　　The third man stood across from them, just casually, but anyone who saw him would think that this man was different.

　　What's different about this man? No one can say, because there's nothing special about him at all.

　　He doesn't stand out, but he looks like he has a kind of intimidating manners, he is not handsome, but he seems very attractive. Although his muscles have loosened, he still looks as agile as a teenager.

　　Because every time he appears, it's carefully designed.

　　The position of his appearance, the angle at which the lights hit him, the posture and orientation in which he stood, his hairstyle and clothing, everything was carefully designed by experts.

　　Because he is the big boss of iron. Not only the boss, but also the boss.

　　Big Boss Tie looked at Murong from a distance, and Murong was also looking at him. The expressions of the two people were actually very calm.

　　The shadow of the light made the contours of Big Boss Tie's face as obvious as Murong's.

　　It's just that they are still different in some places.

　　- Although Murong was sitting, he still looked much taller than Big Boss Tie.

　　There is a kind of person who seems to be born high!

　　The Iron Boss undoubtedly felt this way, as he had been provoked. Only this feeling can anger a tycoon like him, who has been through a hundred battles and climbed up from a low place.

　　But just as he began to get angry, a smile appeared on his face.

　　- Have you ever heard that some people always smile first when they kill someone?

　　Of course, Murong should have seen that the person standing in front of him at this moment was an extremely not simple person, and he should also be able to see the killing intent in this person's smiling eyes and the murderous intent lurking in all directions.

　　The people he brought with him seemed to have suddenly been swallowed up by darkness at that moment.

　　Even if you are never afraid of death, at such a time, you will inevitably get nervous, and even if you are not afraid, you will inevitably be nervous.

　　Murong seemed to be an exception.

　　The big boss looked at him coldly. Suddenly he sighed, and he really sighed.

　　"You shouldn't have come. He actually said to Murong: "Although you are a good man, you really shouldn't come." "Why?"

　　"Because I'm looking for Murong from the previous generation, not you. The big boss said, "What's more, you are not from the Murong family at all." After Murong Qingcheng passed away, Murong Wuhou succeeded the second young master of their cousin's family to Murong's family, inherited the incense of this door, and of course, also took over the gateway of Jiangnan Murong.

　　This matter is no longer a secret in the rivers and lakes.

　　"I've looked into you," said the Iron Boss, "and I probably know a lot more about you than you think." "Oh!"

　　"You are not only a good man, but also a talent, you have planned many major events for the Murong family when you were a teenager, and your grades are good, so the Murong family will choose you to inherit their portal this time. The big boss said, "That's why I can't figure it out." "What can't you figure out?"

　　"I really can't figure out why you have to come to die this time. "This time, not only did you plan poorly, but you acted even more negligently, as if you were deliberately here to die." Murong suddenly smiled, at this moment, no one understood how he could still laugh.

　　- Did you know that some people laugh before they know they are going to die?

　　Years later, the inquisitive teenager had come to ridiculous conclusions about the war, but his elders did not reproach him, but asked him a few very simple questions.

　　——Here, as a person who recounts the war of that year, it must be explained that because that war not only had a great impact on the rivers and lakes, but also had a wide impact, and its precision of planning and strange strategy were even more respected by the people of the rivers and lakes as one of the three famous battles in ancient and modern times. The person who planned this battle was, of course, an unborn genius.

　　So until years later, there was still some discussion and debate.

　　On that day, the first question the elder asked the young man was, "Can you research that the main reason for this battle is Chu Liuxiang?" "

　　"Why are you sure?"

　　"Because no one saw whether Chu Liuxiang was really dead. "No one was there when he died, and no one saw his body after he died." "The dragon does not die, and its tail is not seen, and if the dragon is dead, the head is not seen." The elder said, "Even the musk elephant Shu, before he dies, he has to find a secret place so that he will not be disturbed after death, not to mention Xiang Shuai." "Yes, I understand that. The young man said, "Some people are indeed like Xiang Shuai, who are born with the beginning but not the end." His death flew nine days away. "So what questions do you have?"

　　"The question is, how can one die so easily like this?" said the young man, "was he really dead when he died, and was his death just a means?" he even reminded his elders:

　　"Throughout the ages, I don't know how many famous heroes, famous generals, and celebrities have had this situation, because they are all too famous. If a person is too famous, he will inevitably have a lot of unnecessary troubles, and if he wants to get rid of such troubles completely, the most thorough way is to "die".

　　"The question is, is he really dead? or is he fake dead?"

　　The elder sighed. Of course, he understands this, perhaps much more than most people in this world.

　　Every wrinkle on his face is a trace of life, and although some of them are carved by the blade, they are still not as deep as those drawn by the bitter experience of blood and tears.

　　"If your theory can be established, then a person like Chu Liuxiang has been given such an opportunity to spend his life leisurely, doing something he originally wanted to do but didn't do, calmly and comfortably, and no longer troubled. The elder sighed, his sigh full of envy, "If a man dies like this, what else can resurrect him?" "Because everyone will do something in their life that he would not otherwise want to do, especially someone like Chu Xiangshuai. "Oh?"

　　"If you don't do something, you must do something. The boy said, "Everyone is doing a thousand things in this life that he does not want to, and his life is interesting." "。

　　"Who said that?" "You said that. "The young man said, I have never forgotten since you told me once, not to mention that you don't know how many times you have said it to me. "—This is not a cliché either. This is also a lesson from the painful experience of not knowing how many. Every time I say it, it feels different.

　　The person who speaks it feels different, and the person who listens doesn't feel it the same.

　　The elder smiled bitterly, only bitterly.

　　It's just that he still has to ask, because questioning is sometimes a lesson.

　　Because the words you answer yourself will always be easier to forget than the words that others force you to remember.

　　"If Chu Xiangshuai really didn't die, he was living a life he had longed for a long time. The elder asked the young man, "Then what do you think is the thing in this world that will compel him to return to the rivers and lakes?" Oh you can even imagine that "he" was inviting the lake and sea on his light, comfortable, fast and gorgeous sailboat, enjoying the sweetness of the sweetness, the tenderness of Rongrong, and the fragrance of the red sleeves.

　　Now he may well have even arrived in Persia, as a guest of their royal family, reclining on a carpet as soft as clouds, sipping a glass of wine in a crystal luminous cup, leaning on Rongrong's shoulder, kissing the hands of Sweet Er and Red Sleeves, admiring the wonderful rhyme and trembling of the muscles in the belly of the Persian dancer.

　　- In this case, what else is likely to make people return to the murderous grudge between the rivers and lakes?

　　"Yes. The boy said, "There must be." "

　　He said more affirmatively: "Everyone has to pay for something, and if he doesn't do that thing, he is not that person and he doesn't deserve to be that person." "What are you talking about?"

　　"The eternal friendship and righteousness between friends, a promise that never changes, a debt and guilt that comes from the heart. The young man's expression was so serious that it was close to deep pain, "There is also a love between the two lovers who are happy with each other and live and die." "- The teenager forgot to say one thing, he forgot to say "family affection".

　　Blood is thicker than water, and family affection is always the strongest foundation in human feelings, and it is also the most admired and admired one of all ethics and morality.

　　The boy did not mention this great feeling, only because he could not understand the depth and greatness of this feeling.

　　Because he was an orphan who was born by the gutter.

　　The elder understood the feelings of the young man, so he only said, "I also have many friends who are very emotional, some of them value friendship, some of them value filial piety, some of them value affection, and some of them value righteousness," the elder said. "Yes. The young man said, "Although the bell of love makes the golden stone open, in other words, as long as someone else has a little affection, he can also split his heart in half." "Well said. "Elders are sincere," you say well. "

　　"The reason why Xiang Shuai can become Xiang Shuai is because he has affection," the young man said, "He has affection, so he can love people with sincerity, he loves people with sincerity, so others will love him with sincerity, even in the decisive battle of life and death, he often relies on this true love for life to destroy the other party's will and turn defeat into victory." This is more difficult to understand, but the elders also understand.

　　How can a person without love have faith, and how can a person without faith win?

　　The young man's voice was also full of confidence: "If you want Chu Xiangshuai to be resurrected, of course, you can only use this love word to impress him."

　　He stared at the elder:

　　"A person's love is his weakness, but if someone asks me where Xiang Shuai's love spot is? The boy said, "Because his love is omnipresent." The elder was silent.

　　At this moment, his expression suddenly became very serious, not only serious, but also with a moderate respect.

　　He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him had grown up.

　　"What do you mean is that there are some people in the rivers and lakes who are deeply jealous of Chu Liuxiang and have never believed that he is really dead. The elder summed up the young man's opinion, "In order to confirm this, they even did not hesitate to invest a great deal of manpower and material resources to form a very dense organization to carry out a very careful plan." "Yes. "That's what I mean." "To carry out this plan, first, of course, it is necessary to find a person who Chu Liuxiang must save. Put him in danger. "Not bad. "

　　"But even if Chu Liuxiang is not dead, he has already withdrawn from the rivers and lakes, how can he ever know that he has such a close friend in danger?" The elder answered the question himself: "To be sure that Chu Liuxiang will definitely know about this matter, of course, you must first let this matter cause a sensation in the rivers and lakes." In the battle between Jiangnan Murong and Tie Da Boss, both sides led their dead soldiers to Bianlong, so that all the people in a town left home to avoid trouble, and this battle was already a sensation before the battle!

　　"So you think that this Moth Operation is fully in line with these conditions. "Yes". The boy said categorically, "I believe it is absolutely and completely." "But I still have a question. "

　　"How?"

　　"There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Chu Xiangshuai's death was framed by the Qingcheng Gongzi, the head of the Murong family. Murong Qingcheng used his peerless cousin Lin Huanyu to lure Chu Xiangshuai into an abyss of darkness, suffering, humiliation, and misery that would never recover, leaving this undefeated legend with no choice but to die.

　　These words are not only rumors among the people of the rivers and lakes, but have been circulated as the opening words used by storytellers to attract customers.

　　Of course, the young man also knew this story, so the elder asked him: "Since Murong and Xiangshuai have such a grudge, why did Xiangshuai save this generation of Murong?" The young man was silent, and after a long time, he said: "Xiangshuai is a lover, and he belongs to the public, and he is an idol in the eyes of the public, if he says that there is only one woman in his life, it is impossible and unreasonable." The young man emphasized, "If there is only one woman in his life, at least I will feel that he is not worthy of being Chu Liuxiang." He didn't answer the elder's question, but first said something completely unrelated to the topic they were discussing, and the elder listened to him calmly.

　　"Such a person may have deeper emotions than anyone else. The young man said lightly, "I can understand this kind of human emotion." The elder looked at him with sentimentality in his eyes and a smile: "You seem to know more and more things lately. The boy smiled too. There is also sentimentality in laughter.

　　"I think everyone is like this," the young man said, "the years are in a hurry, and they pass away suddenly, and they have no regrets when they die." He said: "I think Xiang Shuai must be like this, so even if he died because of Lin Huanyu, he has no complaints, not to mention that Lin Huanyu died soon after he disappeared." He said it as lightly as autumn water, but the truth was as thick as spring honey.

　　——- stunning girl who was taken advantage of, was forced by her benefactor to do something she didn't want to do, of course knowing that the only lover and hero in her heart had already died because of what she did, how could she still live!

　　It's not a fantasy romance, and it's not for sentimental boys and girls.

　　This is the business of the people of the rivers and lakes.

　　- What kind of people are the Jianghu people?

　　In some ways, they may not be considered a human being at all, because they think and act differently from others.

　　Their life experience is like floating clouds, like fallen leaves in the wind, duckweed in the water, they can't catch anything, they have nothing, they don't even have roots.

　　All they have is a chamber of blood. Very hot blood.

　　They take life and death lightly, attach importance to righteousness, and they do everything for a word.

　　In their minds, the matter of "Chu Liuxiang's death" is by no means a romantic story, but a conspiracy that can change the fate of many people. It can even be a conspiracy that can change history.

　　For the people of the rivers and lakes, the feeling that this incident gave them was by no means so sad and sad, but an indescribable pain, just like the feeling of whipping moss in the heart.

　　- There is no day that is quiet, and there is no day where you can live the life you want.

　　There is no day in which you can live a day of peace and tranquility with a loved one, and there is no day in which you can do a single thing that you want to do.

　　- And then what?

　　And then there is death.

　　- If you're lucky, you'll reach the peak, and then everyone will want you dead, will do whatever it takes to get you dead, and will do everything possible to put you to death.

　　- If you're unlucky, you're already a dead man.

　　Even Chu Liuxiang can't be an exception, let alone others?

　　So the people in the rivers and lakes began to be sad, and even the bold and cheerful people in the rivers and lakes were inevitably sad.

　　Even Chu Liuxiang's enemies were inevitably sad for him, and regarded Lin Huanyu as a femme fatale.

　　Only Chu Liuxiang herself is an exception.

　　Because they not only love each other, but also understand each other, so Lin Huanyu also said before he died: "If he is still alive, he will definitely forgive me, no matter what I have done to him, he will forgive me, because he will definitely add my feelings to him." She said, "Even if everything is fake, my feelings for him will never be fake." What she said was true.

　　- What could be more real in this world than death?

　　"Xiangshuai must save Murong, just because this generation of Murong is inherited from the Lin family. The young man said, "The Lin family and Murong are cousins, and this generation of Murong is Lin Huanyu's brother-in-law." "One night, around the full moon, in the twilight of spring, in a small cabin in the distant mountains.

　　There are two people, and there is nothing between them, only a faint tenderness that cannot be dissolved.

　　On that day, Chu Liuxiang once told her that she was willing to do everything for her.

　　She just wanted him to make one.

　　- She asked him to take care of her brother.

　　"He is my only relative in this world, I hope you can treat him well, as long as you live, you can't let him be insulted and bullied by others. She said, "If you promise me this, I will be grateful to you, whether you live or die." Chu Liuxiang agreed to her.

　　With this sentence, if Chu Liuxiang was still alive, how could he let him die in the hands of others?

　　Putting death to life and then living, although it is a little inappropriate to use this sentence to describe this matter, it also has a deep meaning. The elder sighed, "In this case, it seems that Xiang Shuai has only been resurrected." "It should be. "

　　"Then the plan is undoubtedly a success. The elder asked.

　　Even if it succeeds, it will be despised by future generations. "

　　"Why?"

　　"Because it's so cruel. "

　　"Cruel?" said the elder, "when have you ever seen a person on the battlefield who is not cruel?"

　　"I mean," the boy mused, "This plan is not only brutal, but also completely dehumanized!" He added: "On the surface, it seems to be very rational and elegant, but in fact it is extremely cruel, and only a man who has completely exterminated human nature can do such a thing." He used the words cruel, brutal, and cruel to describe the incident, and even his lips turned white with anger.

　　"The most terrible thing about this plan is that all the people who died in this plan are innocent and completely unaware of the inside story. The young man said: "They were originally going to do a battle of honor for the sake of a little righteousness of the Jianghu people, although they would not borrow it, if they knew that they were just a group of tools to be used, I believe they would not have turned a blind eye." The young man continued very sadly: "In the minds of Jianghu people, this point is very important. "I understand," said the elder's voice, "especially Mr. Clearing, whose death is truly sad. Of course, Mr. Liu will die, if he does not die, if he breaks the wire net, this moth persuasion will not be a failure.

　　But this operation, since it is called "Operation Moth," the result is already predestined.

　　The moth that fights the fire only dies. Mr. Liu is a moth, so of course Mr. Liu has to die.

　　The dead person didn't know the inside story, and of course he wouldn't tell others that the attack had begun, so the subsequent development of this incident could only fall on the person who was not dead. He, in fact, is the mastermind of the whole event.

　　- What is more incomprehensible in the world than this event? For if the action is successful, it is an absolute failure for him, and if the action fails, it is a success, and a complete failure is a complete success, and death becomes his greatest victory.

　　"There are two other very important people in this incident that we seem to have forgotten all along. The boy said.

　　Of course, he was talking about the two girls who wore self-cloth robes, masked their faces, and followed Murong all the time.

　　"Especially Xiao Su. "

　　- Xiao Su is Su Su, surnamed Su, whose name is Su, is the person who accompanied Mr. Liu to break through the silk net. That is, the one who wants Liu Xian's life.

　　"She's a dark move. "

　　The young man explained to himself: "Of course Murong knows Liu Mingqiu very well, so he arranged the two of them by his side first, because he is sure that Liu Mingqiu will definitely be able to see their potential. This was just part of the reason why Murong kept them around. "Anyway, when Mr. Liu raided the silk net, he really chose Su Su as his partner. The young man said, "Because although Mr. Liu is discerning, he can no longer imagine that the closest person around Murong will be the killer who killed him." "Just because he couldn't think of it, Xiao Su was able to put him to death. "

　　"Yes. "

　　"A person like Liu Mingqiu would not have thought of this situation at all, because he would not trust anyone at all. "Because no matter what old Jianghu would never think of in his mind, such a well-planned action was actually aimed at defeat, not victory. The young man sighed: "This action can indeed be said to have rewritten the history of the rivers and lakes." "But no matter what the situation, it is still very difficult to assassinate a person like Liu Mingqiu, and of course Su Su herself still has her conditions.

　　- The necessary conditions for assassinating a master are speed and chance. You must be able to grasp that fleeting opportunity in a moment.

　　Both of these require rigorous training. A type of killer that only a very professional killer can undergo rigorous training.

　　"Would a girl as young as Susu be such a person?" "It should be," replied the elder, "that training a killer capable of killing people in an instant must begin at an early age, sometimes even before he is born. "Then I can't figure it out again. "Which point. "

　　"How could a killer with such rigorous training suddenly disappear as soon as she reached her mission?" "She didn't disappear, but she was temporarily out of that operation. The elder said, "Have you heard anything about her?"

　　"I've heard of it. The boy replied, "I heard that as soon as she succeeded, she suddenly fainted" Yes. "

　　"How could a well-trained killer, who should already have a very strong will, faint suddenly?" "Because she suddenly saw a face," said the elder, "she never dreamed that she would see this face when she was alive, let alone that this face would suddenly appear in front of her at that moment." What kind of face was it, and why was it so shocking to her?

　　- Whose face is this? Is it extremely ugly, extremely weird, extremely evil, or extremely handsome, is a very beautiful and handsome face, does it often make people faint? No matter what kind of horror a person faints, there is always a time to wake up, why does Su Su seem to suddenly disappear at that moment?

　　Is she dead or alive now, or has she been taken away by that man?

　　The identity of Su Su Sleeve is undoubtedly very mysterious, and the roles he played in this operation are undoubtedly very important.

　　What are their identities and what kind of roles do they play?

　　"There's another strange thing. "

　　"What's the matter?"

　　"It is unreasonable to say that they have been covering their faces with white scarves because they do not want others to see their true colors. "Why?"

　　"Because they have never appeared in the rivers and lakes, why do they always have to wear that kind of straight white scarf clothes? "I get that. "

　　"Hello!"

　　"They did this just for Murong. "Because their faces are so beautiful and their bodies are more attractive, they are an irresistible temptation for any man." The boy said, "The greater the temptation, the more pleasant." "But I know that most men like to be tempted by that. "Yes, most men are like that, we could even say that every man is like that. The elder said, "But Murong is an exception. "Why?"

　　The elder sighed: "Because although he is amazing and beautiful, he is the dragon and phoenix among people, but it is a pity that he ......" At this time, the autumn moon was full, and Murong was still sitting on the long street, as if he was sitting in his own garden and admiring the moon with his family.

　　The big boss looked at him and suddenly sighed frequently.

　　"No matter what, you are really a courageous person, and there are not many people like you in the rivers and lakes. Murong was silent.

　　"What's more, you are not from the Murong family, and there is no direct hatred between me and you. The big boss said, "I'm not a person who likes to kill people. Murong suddenly asked, "What do you mean by this?" "

　　"I just mean that I don't have to kill you. The big boss said: "I just want you to give me a little face." Murong also stared at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly sighed softly: "Don't you know that Jiangnan Murong never gives face." "Do you really want to die?"

　　Murong said lightly: "What about life, what about death?"

　　Big Boss Tie suddenly laughed, "It's a pity that death is not an easy task, if I don't let you die, what can you do?" Murong sighed again: "I can't do anything, but ......"

　　He didn't finish the sentence: there seemed to be a very gentle cool breeze blowing on the long street, as soft as spring rain.

　　But when the wind blew, the lights on both sides of the long street suddenly flashed with strange sparks.

　　A long, thin and delicate spark, which looks like an orchid blooming faintly on a spring night.

　　The color of the lights has also changed, and it seems to be a light and quiet white like an orchid.

　　Suddenly, there seemed to be thousands of brilliant orchids blooming at the same time on this long street.

　　Of course, the face of the big boss of the iron also changed, and with the movement of the lights, it changed several colors.

　　Then his body suddenly began to convulse and contract, as if he had been choked by an invisible hand.

　　At this moment, I don't know where a child in a red shirt jumped out, holding a knife in his hand, jumping in the air, grabbing his hair with one hand, cutting off his head, and running away, as fast as a ghost, and disappeared.

　　Before the Iron Boss's body had completely fallen, his head was gone.

　　It was midnight.

　　Murong knew that the real attack had been launched, and it was absolutely deadly, and he would not show mercy or spare his life.

　　Of course, he also knew who launched this attack, as long as they made a move, the chickens and dogs would not be left, and the jade would be burned, no matter who the other party was.

　　Even their parents, wives, and brothers are the same.

　　Even they themselves can be sacrificed in order to achieve their goals.

　　Murong deeply understands that now he is on the edge of the blade between life and death. If no one had come to save him, in an instant, blood would splatter, and he could even see it splattered with his own eyes.

　　It was his own blood, not someone else's purchase, and although it was the same bright red, it seemed dead to his own eyes.

　　- Will the only person who can save him in this situation come to his rescue in time?

　　He wasn't sure, no one was sure. But he was sure that as long as the man was alive, he would definitely appear.

　　Because he owes them his life.

Chapter 2 Killing the Red Imp

　　In the most hidden mountain of Kunlun Mountain, there is an ancient white stone mansion hidden among the gray and white mountain rocks, and there is no doubt that something strange has happened in Jinda.

　　Because this big house, which is usually never visited by people, there are actually five people walking in around tonight.

　　The first person was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, at least two feet taller than ordinary people, and I am afraid that a person will never see a person as tall as him in his life.

　　He also carried a green bamboo pole in his hand, four feet longer than the others, and a few green bamboo leaves on the tip.

　　His clothes, the green bamboo and bamboo leaves in his hands, were all turquoise, and even his face was turquoise, as if he were wearing a turquoise human skin mask.

　　Such a person's actions should be very stiff, and no one will find it strange if his actions are like zombies.

　　Strangely, his movements turned out to be very agile and soft.

　　- What does it mean to be soft in action?

　　His man was still twenty feet away, but his waist swayed slightly, like a willow silk being blown by the wind, and then, in an instant, his man was already in front of the white stone house.

　　The big house was silent, like a desolate beast that had been sitting here since ancient times.

　　The person in the green shirt pointed the stone steps in front of the door with the green bamboo in his hand, "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk", and made seven sounds, the sound was not loud, but it seemed to have penetrated the stone into the ground, went deep into the ground, and then transmitted from the underground to a mysterious communication center in the big house.

　　Then the two huge stone doors began to slowly activate, sliding a line.

　　A gust of wind blew, and the man in the green shirt suddenly disappeared behind the door, and the stone door closed again, as if it had never been opened.

　　Then the second man came.

　　The second man wore a red shirt, petite and light, combed two large oily and slippery braids, and held a plum blossom in his hand, bright and green, as if it had just been plucked from a branch.

　　- It's just autumn, where do the plum blossoms come from?

　　Such a little girl should be very flexible and delicate, but she jumped, like a zombie, even clumsier and stiffer than a zombie.

　　When she arrived at the White Stone House, she just jumped up, clasped the middle finger with the thumb of her left hand, and flicked it lightly on the plum branch in her right hand, and the five petals on the plum blossom spun and flew out, flying into the mountain fog, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. By this time, her people were no longer visible.

　　There was fog in the mountains, a thick fog.

　　After a while, another palanquin appeared in the thick fog, a gray-white palanquin, like a palanquin made of paper holes to be incinerated to the dead, as if it had been blown up by the mountain wind.

　　But the sedan chair was carried by someone again. It's just that the person carrying the sedan chair also seems to have been blown up by the wind.

　　Both the person and the sedan chair are gray and white, as if they are made of paper, and they all seem to have melted into the fog, and the fog has dissolved into another fog.

　　When they reached the big house, they suddenly stopped.

　　- Paused in mid-space.

　　Then there was a ghostly crying voice from the sedan chair: "I have found you, you can no longer escape, return my life, return my life quickly." "In that simple white room, the man who looked like a foreign ascetic in his cotton robe, was flipping through a dossier.

　　This dossier is undoubtedly part of Operation Moth, and is the most important part of it.

　　Because there are only two words on the dossier: "Moth." "

　　These two words represent a person.

　　This person is the moth of this "Operation Moth", the bait of a hooker.

　　Lin Huanen, male, 21 years old.

　　Father, Linden. Die.

　　(Note, Lin Deng, a native of Putian, Fujian, a disciple of Shaolin Nanzong) is rich, there are thousands of tea mountains, trade with Persia, the family is extremely rich, has been to Fusang for seven years, according to rumors has been "Xinyin" true biography, died a year ago, forty-nine. Mother, Murong Enliu.

　　(Note, Murong Yiqingmei, Murong Qingcheng Gu.) Die. ）

　　Sister, Lin Huanyu.

　　(Note, he and Lin Huanen are twin sisters and brothers, have terminal illnesses, and are fostered in Jiangnan Murong Mansion, because since ancient times, twin children must be raised in separate houses.) Die. ）

　　Here's what Lyndon thinks of his son, from a very intimate relationship, and definitely from Lyndon himself.

　　"Huan En is smart, extremely smart, he can write when he is three years old, and he can write a Diamond Sutra at the age of six, I don't dare to teach him to learn martial arts, people who are too smart will always die early, but my friends in the rivers and lakes have many masters, as long as they live in my house for a few days, Huan En will learn the essence of their martial arts, but unfortunately he suddenly ...... before I died" Here is Murong Siliu's opinion of his son:

　　"Huan En is a poor child, because he has been destined to be sacrificed since he was a child, because our family owes the Murong family a favor, and we have decided to use this child to repay the favor of the Murong family, no matter what difficulties the Murong family has, this child will definitely come forward.

　　"The Murong family is really in trouble, and Returning the Grace could have been solved for them, but it's a pity that ......" Here is what his sister Lin Huanyu thinks of him:

　　"Although Huanen is my brother-in-law, but we don't have many opportunities to meet in this life, and we will soon say goodbye forever, I believe that we are all kind people, we have never had disgusting and evil deeds in our lives, even if we did something wrong in our previous life, God must punish us, and it is enough to inflict on me, why should we be so cruel to him? so that he can never enjoy the freedom of life again?" The following is the diagnosis of Ye Liangshi, a famous doctor in Jiangnan who is very close to their family, on him:

　　"The blood meridians and meridians of the whole body are chaotic, and the functions are out of control, and they can neither act violently nor be stimulated, otherwise they will die and be hopeless. The gray-robed dervish slowly covered the dossier with his hands, which, like the rest of his body, were hidden in his wide gray robe.

　　He didn't know how many times he had read these materials, but this time he still read them very carefully.

　　He has always been a very careful man, and he will never allow them to make a mistake in what they do.

　　He was very strict with himself and his subordinates, but at this time he couldn't help but sigh softly, as if he was already satisfied with himself.

　　At this time, the green-robed man like a green bamboo pole had walked in like a wicker, and sat gently in a wide stone chair, and the posture of sitting down was reminiscent of a cat.

　　The red imp with the red plum also jumped in, and jumped into another chair, but he still stood upright on the chair and did not sit down.

　　The joints of his whole body seemed to be all stiff, and he could not bend at all, and the ascetic did not look up, nor did he look at them, but said coldly, "You should not come, why should you come?" "Why can't I come?"

　　If there were anyone else in the room, they would be surprised to hear this.

　　There is nothing surprising about the seven words of this sentence itself, and there is nothing surprising about the voice of the person who said it.

　　- Intimidation, threats, coercion, spikes, these sounds that might surprise people, there is nothing in this voice.

　　In fact, this man's voice is much better than most people in this world, not only crisp and delicate, but also with an indescribable sweet tenderness.

　　That's what surprises people.

　　None of the three people in this room should have spoken like this, but there is.

　　The green-robed man, whose face was as green as moss, whose body was as stiff as an ancient corpse, and who didn't seem to be even angry at all, used this sweet and honey-like voice to be an ascetic.

　　"You said I shouldn't have come, because I brought people who shouldn't have come. "Yes;

　　"I know that too. The green-robed man's voice was as soft as a virgin in his first love, "If it weren't for me, those people in the paper shop would never have found this place." "Yes. "

　　"That's why I have to come. "

　　"Why?"

　　"If I don't come, how will they find here? If they don't come, how will they know about this place?" said the green-robed man, "With you here, they came, how can they go back alive." "Whether they make it back alive or not has nothing to do with whether I'm here or not. "So who does it have to do with it?"

　　"You. "

　　The voice of the dervish is always emotionless, does not change with any emotion, does not get agitated by any event, has no feelings, and does not even seem to have thoughts.

　　He just told the green-robed man coldly: "Whether they can live or not only has something to do with you, because they were brought by you." At this time, it was already midnight, and the distant night was like an immortal splashing a bowl of ink on a piece of rice paper carefully made by the last king, and the sedan chair that seemed to be made of paper and the two people carrying the sedan chair were still hanging in the distant night.

　　Hanging in the night, it looks like a ghost picture of Wu Daozi, so real, so weird, and so beautiful.

　　"Yes. The green-robed man's voice was still unusual, "They were brought by me, and of course they should be sent by me." He stood up.

　　The way he stood up was like a flower suddenly growing out of the mud of some fairyland.

　　- So real, so beautiful, so mysterious.

　　But his voice was still the same as a person, cold, green, and stiff.

　　When this person moves and doesn't move, it's as if they are two completely different people.

　　When this person speaks and does not speak, it is as if they are two people.

　　But the most amazing thing about this man is far more amazing than that. "The man and the sedan chair are still in the air.

　　Even if a person is really made of paper, it is impossible to hang in the air out of thin air.

　　Even a fallen leaf as light as a fallen leaf cannot suddenly stop and hang in the air.

　　But this sedan chair and two people are indeed like this.

　　First, there are many things in this world that are like this, and many impossible things have happened.

　　This sedan chair and two people turned into a fire in an instant.

　　The fire starts burning from a green bamboo pole.

　　The man in green had already reached the outside of the house, stretching out the green bamboo pole in his hand to the dark night sky, like a green witch sending some kind of evil curse to the sky.

　　Then the lifeless bamboo pole seemed to suddenly get life from some source of magical power, and suddenly began to twist and tremble, as if it had become a poisonous snake that was suffering in hell.

　　Then it brought the flames of hell with it.

　　In the darkness, a turquoise flame suddenly flashed, and it condensed into a light shuttle at the head of the green bamboo pole.

　　The poisonous snake twisted again, and the light shuttle spit out like a snake letter, and the lightning shot at the person and the sedan chair hanging in the night sky,—— so the sedan chair and the two people turned into a cloud of ash in this instant.

　　The fire burned so fast that it burned half the sky red in an instant.

　　One - these two people in a sedan chair turned out to be really paper-made. But how could a paper-tied sedan car follow a person from thousands of miles away, this gloomy and mysterious stone house?

　　- If there is no one in the sedan chair, how can there be such a terrible scream?

　　The burning flames suddenly turned from one to one, stretching out in five directions, stretching into five pillars of fire.

　　The flames changed again, and the five pillars of fire suddenly turned into a pair of hands, a pair of huge hands, which grabbed the man in green from mid-air. The flames carried with it the sound of the wind, and the wind whistled like a crack, and the light of the fire reflected the face of the robed man a terrible black-green.

　　It was as if his people were about to burst into flames.

　　As long as these huge fire hands dig down again, his body and soul will be burned to ashes, and his form and spirit will be destroyed, and there will be no return.

　　In this case, there seems to be no power in this world that can stop these fiery hands, and no one can save him.

　　In the stone house, there seemed to be flames flashing in the ascetic's eyes.

　　He suddenly found that behind these huge fire hands, there was a figure attached to it.

　　A ghostly black figure.

　　The man's hands, feet, limbs, carcass, and every joint seemed to be able to twist and dance in any direction at will.

　　He was constantly moving, his movements strange and strange, beyond the limits of human ability.

　　No "man" can surpass the limits of human beings, so why can this person? Isn't he human? The dervishes sneered.

　　He fully understands this person's martial arts and origin, no one in this world can hide from him, and neither can this person.

　　He also knew a lot more than most.

　　He knew that among the Persian royal officials, there had been a batch of Ugin silk flowing into the middle and upper parts, which was not only elastic and tough, but also difficult to break.

　　There is a very smart person in the martial arts, and when he gets some golden wire, he uses it to create a very strange martial art.

　　He himself first hung himself with these golden wires, and at the other end of the gold wires there was a nail hook, which hung on all sides of the ridges, walls, eaves, trees, towers, piles, and any other place to which he could attach, and his people were hung by these innumerable golden wires. It's like a puppet manipulated by a thread.

　　The only difference is that the power to manipulate him is sent by himself.

　　As soon as his person moved, he drove the gold wire, the elasticity and tenacity of the gold wire, and drove his movements, the power of countless gold wires restrained each other, the old force inspired the new force, and then the new force drove the old force, circulating with each other, endlessly.

　　- The mystery of this power is almost like a sophisticated and complex machine.

　　The immensity of this power is also unimaginable, and only this power can make a person make that transcendent movement.

　　Knowing this, you will naturally understand why the sedan chair can stand in the air.

　　——The paper sedan chair and the two paper figures were originally suspended from this person. This person was originally "sitting" in a sedan chair.

　　The strange movements inspire terrifying power, making his movements seem even more bizarre and terrifying.

　　The pair of huge fire palms were urged and manipulated by him, with fire and a roaring phoenix, and rushed straight to the man in green.

　　Behind the wind and fire, there is also that demonic figure.

　　Even if the man in green could avoid this flame, he couldn't avoid the fatal palm of the black figure.

　　The wind was terrible, the flames flashed, and the evil ghosts came out of their hands, and at this moment, even the heavens and the earth seemed to change color.

　　The red imp in the red shirt had a glow in his eyes, and his whole body was already nervous with excitement.

　　He likes to watch killing, and wouldn't it be more fun to see a person being burned alive.

　　He likes to watch killing, and wouldn't it be more fun to see one burned alive.

　　It's a pity that he didn't see it this time, but he did see something "more interesting than burning a living person."

　　With the slap of the fire palm, the body of the man in green suddenly rotated gently like a snake, and the green robe on his body suddenly faded in the rotation.

　　- Maybe it wasn't the robe that fell off him, but that his body slipped out of it, and his body was silky as silk.

　　With a flick of his hand, his robe flew up, like a green cloud of water, holding back the flames.

　　The cloud of water rolled back, and then flew towards the demonic black figure, rolling the flames towards him as well.

　　The red imp stood in his chair and watched, and his eyes looked like they were about to fall.

　　What his eyes were looking at was not the fiery clouds flying in mid-air, changing and beautiful, nor was it a thrilling move that reversed life and death.

　　Of course, he wouldn't look at the full moon that was gradually rising in the distance.

　　His eyes were on a man, a man who had just emerged from a green robe.

　　A woman.

　　A woman who must concentrate all the graces and fantasies of human beings in order to be imagined.

　　She was tall, very tall, so tall that most men would have to look up to see her face.

　　For men, this height, although it is a kind of pressure, can satisfy some of the most secret desires and vanities in the hearts of men.

　　- a vain desire that is already close to being abused.

　　Her legs were long, very long, and there were many people who might only be as tall as her waist.

　　Her waist is slender and soft, but full of elasticity.

　　Her arms are round, and her legs are round, a kind of roundness that most stimulates a man's lust. Round, slender, firm, and full, it gives a sense of sufficiency that is about to burst at any moment.

　　- She was completely naked.

　　The red imp hadn't seen her breasts or her face yet, not even her black hair.

　　He kept looking at her legs.

　　Ever since he first saw these legs, he was reluctant to take half an inch off his eyes.

　　Until he heard the dervishes ask him coldly, "What are you here for this time?"

　　A sea of flames as dense as a spider's web.

　　The green cloud rolled back, and the fire palm also rolled back, his body suddenly contracted, and then relaxed, and in that moment, he flew up from the opponent's fatal backpalm.

　　——Using the rebound force caused by the characteristics of the black gold silk, it bounced up between the contraction and relaxation of the body.

　　This is his life's mark.

　　The flames disappeared in an instant, and he had gained new momentum in this flight, and as soon as the flames subsided, he could immediately start to fight his palms, from a position that outsiders would never expect, and use a movement that no one else could do to fight in an instant.

　　- The cobweb-like bird gold silk has been entangled into a very complex situation at the moment, and it seems that the power generated is also complex, and the movements prompted by this power are of course more strange and complicated.

　　So although he couldn't do it, he didn't lose the opportunity.

　　He was still full of confidence in himself, but he couldn't imagine that there was another person in the stone house who knew everything about him.

　　Ugins is invisible in the darkness, nor is it visible in the flickering flames.

　　Only this person knows that it exists, and knows where it is.

　　- The dervish had slowly pulled out a pure steel pump from the large cupboard behind him.

　　It was one of his thirteen pumps, and out of the barrel was a golden mist.

　　The mist came out of the window, spraying on the invisible but real black gold threads, and sticking to them.

　　The fire clouds swept by, and although they could not burn the black gold wire, the thousands of mist beads that adhered to the gold wire, and did not know whether they were oil or water, all burned and turned into a sea of fire.

　　The man in black, who had taken the lead, suddenly found himself in a sea of fire.

　　But he didn't panic, let alone mess up.

　　He is not afraid of fire, and the black tights and black mask he wears can be fireproof.

　　His light skills are definitely first-rate, and Chu Xiangshuai, who is famous all over the world, may not be able to beat him if he is still alive now.

　　When necessary, he can also untie the entangled wire net and fly away.

　　He's leaving, who can catch up?

　　But in the eyes of the dervishes, the man was already a dead man. didn't even look at him anymore, but went to ask the little ghost coldly.

　　The red-shirted imp, who had an extremely strange action and expression, actually smiled and danced and waved his hands and began to sing a children's rhyme, "Bang, bang, bang, please open up." "

　　"Who are you?"

　　"I'm Little Brother Ding. "

　　"What are you doing here?"

　　"I'll borrow a knife. "

　　"What are you borrowing a knife for?"

　　"Liu Zhuzi."

　　"What are you chopping bamboo for?"

　　"Make a steamer. "

　　"What do you do with a steamer?"

　　"Steamed human heads. "

　　"What is it to steam people's heads?"

　　"Give it to my mother as a snack. "

　　He asked himself, answered himself, and sang this children's song, and he sang it with great joy.

　　The ascetic actually listened to him singing, and waited until he finished singing before asking, "Didn't you come this time to be anxious to know the outcome of this operation?" "

　　"You don't want to know Chu Liuxiang's life and death?"

　　"Of course I want to know, but I already knew. "

　　"What do you know?"

　　The little red imp laughed, danced, and clapped his hands and sang a nursery rhyme:

　　At the beginning of "Operation Moth", Chu Liuxiang was dead.

　　If he doesn't come, he's already dead.

　　He comes, or dies.

　　The ascetic, the face, and the eyes are all hidden in the shadows that the lamp does not use.

　　"Then you came this time, and you are still waiting to cut off your head. "

　　"Yes. "

　　"Now that you have a head to cut, why don't you go quickly?"

　　"Whose head?"

　　"The head you've wanted to cut off for a long time. "

　　"The head of the king can now be cut off. "

　　"Okay. "

　　The red imp grinned and shook his arms, as if he had raised his hands in surrender.

　　But his grinning eyes were suddenly full of murderous intent, and he didn't even look like he was going to surrender.

　　At this moment, a very strange palm sound suddenly came out from his red shirt and red pants, like the kind of palm sound of a large ice bar suddenly cracking.

　　Then there was another "bang", and a large amount of ice and iron fell from the sleeves of his sleeves and trousers.

　　Although the ascetic's face and eyes were already hidden in places where the light could not shine, the look of shock on his face could still be imagined.

　　This battle seems to be over at any time, but everyone involved in the battle is on the verge of death with unexpected tricks, turning the tide and reversing the opponent to death.

　　Jumping in the fire, making moves in the air, this is not a big deal, the important thing is that in this chaotic battle, the winner and loser may be transposed at any time, in this treacherous situation, only calm can survive.

　　Of course, the dervishes knew the importance of this, just now he was a bystander, and now, he seems to have been pushed into this whirlpool, and in the face of life and death, not changing may be the way to deal with all changes.

　　The children's rhyme of the red imp, now that I think about it again, I can't help but feel a little hairy, "Be a steamer, steam people's heads, send my mother, and be a snack ......" The woman in green, the man in black, and the ascetic hate, which one is the real target of his trip?

　　The hands of the red-clothed imp were raised high, still in a form of surrender, and things like broken ice and iron were still slipping down from the sleeves and trouser legs.

　　Then this person, who seemed to have stiffened all over his body, suddenly "lived" at this moment.

　　- It turned out that the joints of his limbs were usually clamped with iron plates all along.

　　So usually his actions are always stiff as stiffness, and he can't even sit down.

　　The people in the rivers and lakes have never heard of such a person as him in the rivers and lakes, and those who can see him are dying even if they are not dead, and the moment he saw him, his head had been cut off by him and held it in his hand.

　　Therefore, the number of people who know this person's secret will not exceed ten at most.

　　But everyone can probably imagine how light, swift, and agile a man like this would be if he himself broke the iron plate he had used to bind himself.

　　The iron plate shattered, the man flew away, and in an instant, he had turned into a ghostly elf who leaped and changed.

　　The black figure flying over the sea of fire suddenly sluggish.

　　He is not afraid of fire, but he is afraid of smoke.

　　The smoke of the fire burning on the black gold wire had a very strange aura.

　　He suddenly felt dizzy.

　　Then he saw a leg coming towards him from the fireworks, a long, straight, round and strong leg, barefoot, with slender ankles and soft curves.

　　The toes are long and beautiful.

　　In one case, such a pair of women's feet is usually the most lustful for men. Sometimes it's even worse than one or two other more important parts.

　　Experienced men understand this.

　　He was an experienced man, experienced in killing people, and very experienced in killing women.

　　But in a moment of dizziness, he had already realized that these beautiful feet were really going to kill him. At this moment, a ghost-like figure had already flown sideways, like a red ghost.

　　"The head-cutting imp is here.

　　Everyone, run.

　　If you can't run away.

　　The head is not safe. "

　　Cutting off the head of the ghost, cutting the head of the person.

　　At the moment when a person was about to die, suddenly a child in red clothes and red pants appeared, took a knife, grabbed the bridle of that person's hair, cut it off with a knife, and ran away, coming and going, like a ghost.

　　Who is this kid?

　　Thrower Chido.

　　Why did this kid cut off people's heads, and where did he go with his head?

　　No one knows.

　　However, everyone can probably imagine what a mysterious and strange thing it is, and even a kind of bloody romance.

　　The most romantic and legendary point is that if it weren't for the head of a celebrity, he would never have cut it.

　　If you are not a celebrity, if you know that you are going to die, if you know that there is such a little ghost in this world who specializes in cutting people's heads, even if you take eight million taels of gold and run to him, kneel on the ground and beg him to cut off your head at that moment on the day you are going to die, he will not pay attention to you, and he will not even touch your hair.

　　If you're not a celebrity, it's much harder to ask him to cut off your head than it is to beg him not to.

　　But if he has to cut off your head, he'll be waiting all the time.

　　Waiting for you to die.

　　He has absolutely no enmity with you, he doesn't want to kill you, he doesn't want you to die, but he will wait for you to die.

　　If you die unfortunately, no matter how you died, no matter where you died, no matter when you died, as soon as you die, he appears.

　　As soon as he appears, his head-cutting knife will be in your throat, and with a single cut, it will definitely cut into the bones behind your head. Cut off your head with a single sword, and even the most experienced executioner in the torture hall will not be more accurate than him, and then he will pick up his head and run away, and he will disappear without a trace.

　　This has happened many times, and no one can guess what he is waiting to cut off the head of a dead man.

　　It's just that there is one thing that everyone with a little fantasy can imagine-

　　In this world, there must be a very secret place where many heads are hidden, each of which is the head of a celebrity.

　　Some people collect famous utensils, famous paintings, famous porcelain and famous swords, and some people like celebrities, famous flowers, famous chefs and famous wines.

　　The former is value-oriented, and the latter is interest-oriented.

　　But there is another kind of person in this world, and it is the heads of celebrities who like to collect.

　　Fortunately, there is only one such person.

　　The peerless famous flower is dead, but he is just a dead man, and the famous man of the world is dead, and he is also a dead man.

　　Dead people are all the same.

　　The same goes for the heads of the dead! worthless and uninteresting. But for this man, it is the greatest pleasure of his life, and it is also the greatest goal of his life.

　　No one knows how many heads he has beheaded, but everyone knows that when he goes to cut off a man's head, no one can stop him.

　　When he made a move, in an instant, the head had been cut off by him.

　　Only this time is the exception.

　　This time, before he went to cut off his head, he actually did something else, something that no one could have imagined he would do.

　　No one could have imagined that this head-cutting imp would think that this matter was more important than head-cutting.

　　The long leg kicks out, and every muscle in the leg is jumping, which others can see, and she herself can see it.

　　She often treats these kinds of things as a kind of enjoyment.

　　Facing a dressing mirror specially transported from the Persian royal palace, watching the muscles on her body jump, this is already the only enjoyment she has.

　　Why is it that everyone and everything seems to have something to do with the Persian king?

　　A woman so tall, so beautiful, so powerful, most men will collapse as soon as they see her, and they don't even dare to touch her, what else can she ask for but to give herself a little enjoyment?

　　I didn't expect that there would be an exception this time.

　　She never imagined that a man half shorter than her would actually hold her like he loved her.

　　What's even more unexpected is that this man will be a head-cutting ghost.

　　The head cutting ghost didn't cut off the head first.

　　The long legs kicked out, the little ghost flew up, turned over in the air, suddenly opened his arms, and hugged her waist at once.

　　The movements of this little ghost are almost like a little ghost who has not been milking for a few days and suddenly sees his mother.

　　- It doesn't have to be a mother, as long as there is milk.

　　The little imp's movements were as if he hadn't seen a woman in three hundred years, not even a single ewe.

　　This little imp's movements are almost like a nymphomaniac.

　　The long legs kicked out, and he suddenly hugged her waist and bit her thigh hard.

　　- This little imp bites really hard.

　　Strangely, there was not even a hint of pain on her face, not even screaming.

　　She only felt dizzy, dizzy in a trance, as if she were facing that mirror.

　　After this period of dizziness, the head-cutting imp in red could no longer even see his shadow. I saw as if a string of blood was flashing in the firelight in the night sky.

　　A man dressed in black fell to the ground with a heavy weight, and of course this man had no head.

　　Where did this head-cutting kid hide with his head?

　　This is still a question that no one can answer.

　　There is no doubt that there is undoubtedly another head of a martial arts celebrity in his collection.

　　A sandalwood box, a little lime, sixteen medicines, and a human head were put in. The wooden box is engraved with the man's name.

　　In this place, sandalwood boxes like this, as of today, there are one hundred and thirty-three.

　　Where is this place? Of course, no one knows.

　　The dizziness has passed, and the pain has come.

　　This woman, who had long hair, was covered with a jade-like complexion after shedding from her green robe.

　　White jade. Only one thing hasn't changed. Her eyes were still turquoise.

　　Like a cat's eye, like jade.

　　She was rubbing her legs. Now she finally understands a little bit about this mysterious and unpredictable head-cutting ghost.

　　- This imp has very good teeth, neat, and fine, and there is not even a single tooth to the end.

　　The tooth marks he had bitten on her leg were like a dense circle of diamonds.

　　She's touching it.

　　Her middle finger is extremely long, soft, soft, and beautiful.

　　She stroked the tooth marks with the tip of her middle finger like a young girl in the middle of the night, gently caressing a diamond bracelet given to her by her secret lover.

　　The dervish kept looking at her, looking at her with a very appreciative expression.

　　- This kind of girl, this kind of expression, such long legs, if a man can see it, who doesn't appreciate it?

　　It's just that this man's appreciative eyes are different, different from any other man.

　　When he looked at her, it was like a wolf looking at its sheep, a fox looking at its rabbit, and a cat looking at its mouse, which was extremely admiring, but extremely cruel.

　　The bright moon outside the distant mountains rose higher, the moon was bright, the moon was full, and she walked towards him.

　　Wearing a mysterious and terrifying green mask, and wearing a green robe with no curves, her every movement has gracefully opened like a flower.

　　Now she was completely naked.

　　The kind of "movement" produced by her long, sturdy and round legs as she walked, under the swing of her slender waist, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you might not have dreamed of it in the most ridiculous and beautiful dreams.

　　This is the dream that you want to seek, and you have asked for it countless times in the temple you believe in the most, and you can't dream of it.

　　For even your god may not have seen such a pair of legs.

　　What a long pair of legs, so long, so long. So round and strong, so soft, so shiny, so long.

　　- If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you can never imagine how the length of a pair of legs can cause such a seductive impulse and shock in the minds of others.

　　Especially these legs are under a thin waist.

　　She also has long hair.

　　There was no wind now, but her long hair seemed to be flying in the wind.

　　Because the swing of her body is a kind of wind rhyme.

　　The rhythm of the wind is natural.

　　Her swing was not contrived at all.

　　- If it weren't for such a tall girl, if she didn't have such a thin waist and such long legs, even if you killed her, she wouldn't have this natural swinging rhythm.

　　There are many things in this world that are like this, and God is not completely and absolutely fair to people.

　　Her eyes were like emerald catstones, and although they were turquoise, they often changed to an indescribable mysterious color due to some change of light.

　　Her face was like jade, and the contours on her face were deep and obvious, like a statue of a certain master.

　　The most important point is her temperament, a temperament that is so cold.

　　After that period of dizziness just now, she immediately regained this temperament, not only cold, but also cold, not only cold and cold.

　　- The worst thing is this coldness, a kind of coldness that doesn't care about who is not happy about anything, she wears a mask, she wears a robe, you look at her, whatever happens, she doesn't care.

　　She's completely naked, you look at her, she still doesn't care, whatever you look at, from head to toe, from foot to head, to see her whole body endlessly, she doesn't care either.

　　Because she doesn't treat you as a human being at all. It doesn't matter who looks at her except herself, if you want to see it, you can watch it, I don't feel it, I don't care, you have feelings, you care, you're dead.

　　Of course, this dervishma will not die for the time being.

　　There are not many people in this world who can make him feel something, and of course there are even fewer people who can make him care, even if there are one or two, it is definitely not this long-legged, thin-waisted and blue-eyed woman.

　　With a very appreciative expression, he watched her walk through the stone house with a very cold look.

　　She sat down again.

　　She sat down in the same soft posture as before, in the long and wide stone chair she had just done.

　　The only difference is that it was a green ghost who sat down just now, but this time it was a woman who no man could resist.

　　- She has not forgotten how long her legs are and does not want others to forget.

　　When she sat down, her legs had been curled in a very wonderful arc, just enough to show how long her legs were, and just enough to see how solid and beautiful the curve of her legs was from the ankle to the calf and thigh.

　　The knife has a curvature, and there are also legs, such as famous knives, beautiful legs, and string moons.

　　The dervishes did not see.

　　Sometimes he has a knife in his heart but not in his leg, and sometimes he has color in his eyes but not in his heart.

　　Therefore, he is invisible most of the time, and he can't see anyone or anything. I really saw it, and I didn't see it.

　　- He saw what he should see, but he did not see, such a man is a wise man.

　　- He can't even see things that shouldn't be seen, and this kind of person is a hero.

　　Because the latter is harder.

　　He suddenly began to clap his hands.

　　Even when he was clapping, no one could see his hands, and even the people standing across from him could only see his hands moving and hear the sound of his clapping.

　　He would often have you standing across from him looking at him, he was not masked or wearing gloves, but in a strange shift of light and shadow, you could not even see an inch of his skin.

　　"You are really good," the dervish applauded, "you are such a woman who deserves my compliment." "Thank you. "

　　"Before I met you, I had heard that there was a wolf in your country. "Oh?"

　　The long-legged girl smiled: "Do you also know what it means for the wolf to come to Gegege?" "I know a little," said the dervishe, "that the wolf is coming, a parable that is circulated in the nations near you, a fable that tells men not to lie. He said, "But this parable has flowed into the middle and upper many years ago." "I know. "

　　"Gege, in our frontier area, is an honorific title, and it means princess. The dervish said, "It's just that the wolf has a completely different meaning." "What do you mean by that?"

　　"In the language of a certain Western country, the wolf comes to Gegege, which means long legs. The dervish said, "The wolf is a beautiful long-legged princess who is very good at lying." The long-legged princess smiled again: "You seem to know a lot of things. "In your royal palace, a box of incomparably valuable Ugin silk is missing. No news for years. The monk said, "The Mauryan Empire in Persia was almost overthrown because of this. "That was a long time ago. "

　　"But recently the old case has to be brought up again, so the newly succeeded prince sent one of the most capable, intelligent and martial arts nobles to Middle-earth to recover the lost property. "The master you are talking about is the wolf to Gege. "

　　"Yes. "

　　"You think the wolf Migge is me?"

　　"Yes. "

　　The beautiful long-legged girl smiled.

　　She did look like a princess, and it was not easy for a woman to sit naked in front of a man and still maintain such grace.

　　- Only two kinds of women can do this.

　　- A real prostitute and a real princess.

　　She shifted into a more elegant posture and faced the dervish who seemed to know really everything. ~ Although her body is still completely naked, it seems that she has put on an invisible princess evening eye. It's like the new clothes that the crook weaved for the emperor in the Western fable, which only the true wise and the heroic can see.

　　——- person always changes when he puts on a new dress, even if he doesn't wear the new clothes, but his appearance has changed, then what is the difference between his mood and attitude and how to deal with things and actually wearing a new clothes.

　　Even the tone of her voice changed, becoming cold and elegant, and she asked asceticism.

　　"What else do you know?"

　　"Thou hast come from Persia with great jewels and thyself. The former monk said, "Although the batch of pearls, jade, jade, jade, coral agate, emerald and pig's eye diamonds you brought are priceless, the most precious thing is of course yourself." "Really?"

　　"I know that in the far west, there is an emperor who even did not hesitate to exchange a country for your body. The dervishes said, "Your Maharaja has refused without any consideration." "But this time, he commands you, even at the expense of your body," he said. She listened quietly, and only then asked, "For what purpose?" and "He wants you to do three things." "

　　"What three things?"

　　"Get back the Ujin Silk, kill the red-headed imp, and inquire about the whereabouts of Chu Liuxiang's life and death. The beautiful, lying, long-legged girl changed her posture again, and although she was equally elegant and noble, she could already see a little uneasy.

　　"Chu Liuxiang?" she asked the dervishe, "Which Chu Liuxiang are you talking about?" "What do you say?" The dervishes asked rhetorically: "How many Chu Liuxiang can there be in the whole world?"

　　- Some people are always unique, because for thousands of years, although the number of people is small, Chu Liuxiang is undoubtedly one of them.

　　She asked the dervishes again.

　　"Why do you think that my visit this time has something to do with Chu Liuxiang?"

　　"Because I know that there was a great king in Persia who had only two hobbies in his life, one was wine and the other was light work," said the dervishe, "and he was so obsessed with light work." "It's fascinating. "I know a lot of people who were fascinated by something at a very young age, and even dreamed that they could do light work and fly over many mountains, rivers and rooftops like swallows and butterflies," she said. "Swallows and butterflies can't fly to the top of the mountain. "

　　"But in dreams they can fly over. She said faintly, "The world in your dreams is always another world, and I am afraid you will never understand this." "There's no doubt about that.

　　- How can you expect a dream from a person who has completely thrown himself into power and hatred?

　　Dreams are never dreams. The difference between the two is usually a distance that is worth pondering.

　　"A person who is so fascinated by light work, who should be the one who admires the most?", there is only one answer to this question: "People who are fascinated by light work, the person who admires the most is, of course, the world's best light work." "People who practice palms do not necessarily admire the world's first palm, and those who practice strength are by no means the world's first wrestlers.

　　But light work is different.

　　Light Gong is a very elegant and very cultured force, and very romantic.

　　Even more romantic than the "sword".

　　- "Sword" is more classical and aristocratic, but "light work" must be more romantic.

　　"Today, who has the highest light skills?"

　　There is only one answer to this question, in this era, there is probably only one person who is recognized as "the first in the world in light skills" by the martial arts people in the world.

　　This man's light skills have almost been rendered into a kind of myth, and some people even say that he once flew over the desert on the wind.

　　This person's name, of course, is: "Chu Liuxiang." "

　　"When it comes to wine, Xiang Shuai is of course also an expert. "

　　"Of course it is. "

　　"Not only is he good at wine tasting, but there is probably no one at home and abroad who can compare with him. "Not really. The long-legged Gege said lightly: "How much alcohol a person has, it is useless to say it with his mouth, you must drink it to know it." "That's for sure!" said a smile in the dervishe's voice, "I've heard for a long time that the amount of wine from the wolf can overwhelm a dozen warriors in Persia at any time. "One against a dozen or so is fake. She said, "One against six has not been defeated." "And what about Chu Liuxiang?"

　　"I haven't drunk it, how do you know. Long-legged Gege said: "It's just that if someone says that Xiang Shuai can pour me down, I don't believe it." She suddenly changed her words: "But I also believe that he must have drunk very well." "I believe it too. The former monk said: "Wine, light work, women, these three things, if Chu Liuxiang admits that he is second, no one dares to admit that he is first." Although Long-legged Gege does not admit it, he can't deny it, because this is recognized by everyone in the rivers and lakes.

　　"So the current monarch of yours, the person you want to make the most friends with in this life, is Chu Liuxiang. The dervish said, "He did everything he could to invite him to Persia for a few days." "Later, Xiang Shuai did go, and he made very good friends with the Maharaja.

　　"Because they're good friends, they care about each other. The former monk said: "So after the news of Chu Liuxiang's death came out in the rivers and lakes, the Maharaja would send you to visit the mystery of life and death of Xiangshuai." "That's true. The long-legged Gege said: "The Lord has never believed that Xiang Shuai will die. "Not only do your kings not believe it, but I also don't believe it. "

　　"I know. Long-legged Gege said: "Even in our country, there are many people who think that Chu Liuxiang will never die, even if he is really dead and lying in the coffin village, everyone thinks that the person who died in the coffin is definitely not Chu Liuxiang." She added: "People even force themselves to believe it." "

　　- Even if Chu Liuxiang dies, he will be resurrected, and he may be resurrected at any time.

　　The dervish admits this.

　　"It's just that there is still no one in this world who can prove whether Chu Liuxiang is really dead, and no one can prove whether he can really be resurrected after death?" he said, "That's why your lord will ask you to confirm this matter." Long-legged Gege also admits this: "The Maharaja has indeed always cared for him. "That's why you're coming to me. "

　　"Why?"

　　"Because you know that I am also very concerned about Chu Liuxiang's life and death, and I also have a very interesting tacit understanding with the head-cutting ghost. The former monk said, "The most important thing is that you know that as long as you are my friend, as long as you are in my area, I will never allow anyone to hurt you." "I admit you're right. "But I have just come from Persia, how can I know so many things?" "Because you have a relation." "

　　"Guanren?" Long-legged Gege didn't seem to understand the meaning of these three words at all, "What is Guanren?" "Guanren's meaning, that is, he already has a very important interpersonal relationship in Middle Earth, and his status in the rivers and lakes is already very important, but in secret, he has another mysterious and warm relationship with another country and another society. Long-legged Gege blinked, as if he didn't understand.

　　- Her eyes were extremely clear and bright, and had an almost emerald color, which made her look particularly rare and noble.

　　- But if a woman had her stature and her long legs, who would notice her eyes?

　　The dervish explained.

　　- He seemed to really believe that she didn't understand, so he explained again until she understood completely, and as if he wasn't afraid to wait at all, because time was already his.

　　Only the winner has time, and for the loser, time is always the deadliest poison.

　　"You know through a very important person how important my person is to do these three things," said the former monk, "and the most important thing is not me, but my organization." "Organization?"

　　"Yes, organization. "

　　"What organization?" asked Longleg Gege, "What do you mean by the word organization......" The dervish stared at her for a long time, and suddenly took out a file from a secret place under the table.

　　A pink dossier.

　　There are three people in this file, three women, who are equally mysterious, equally beautiful, and also very closely related to this operation.

　　The first person is—

　　Name: Langes

　　Codename Wolf Lai Gege

　　Female, 25 years old, mixed Persian, unmarried.

　　Father: Lang Bo, a Persian Huja who traveled to and from the Silk Road to do business, made huge profits three years after entering the customs, and became very rich, and it is said that he once searched for as much as 2,700 catties of gold in one year.

　　(Note: This batch of gold has not been "accounted for" so far, and it has not been seen to flow out of the middle and upper levels.) ）

　　Mother: Hua Fenglai, a native of Suzhou, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River, extremely tall, growing up and self-conscious, capable and internal, known as the "white cloth belt".

　　(Note: The person who wears her own belt means that her whole body is as soft as a boneless, and she can wrap around you like a belt.) ）

　　- The person who wrote this material is not very skilled in the use of literature, but he has a very special interest that can make men smile knowingly.

　　But in the eyes of this long-legged girl, it was a completely different matter.

　　Her face turned blue, but she still had to look.

　　Langus was brought back to Hans by his father when he was three years old.

　　After Lang Bokou, he offered seventy-two pieces of treasures and playthings in Middle-earth, for the longevity of the Lord, and was able to enter and leave the official court, and when Langes was eleven years old, he worshiped under the knee of the Persian Maharaja's concubine as a righteous daughter.

　　In the same year, the Huashan Sword Sect in Middle Earth had a bloody battle due to the battle for the portal, and the "Qinggu" among the three masters rebelled angrily and went to Persia with four female apprentices.

　　In the same year, Langes worshipped Qinggu as a teacher and learned Huashan swordsmanship, because his limbs grew up and his reaction was extremely sensitive, so he learned swords very quickly.

　　(Note: Langus's early development is beyond the imagination of Middle-earth girls.) ）

　　The long-legged girl's face turned red again.

　　She is not afraid to face any man naked, because she doesn't care at all.

　　But when she realized that her privacy was being known so much, she cared.

　　She even wondered if the man knew all too well the kind of movements she made while admiring herself in front of the mirror, and she hadn't even seen the man's face, not even his hands.

　　- The ascetic's eyes are sometimes like a mirror.

　　What a hateful thing it is to reveal people's privacy, probably everyone understands.

　　Everyone should understand what a disgusting and hateful person is to seek to achieve his own goal by revealing people's privacy.

　　Although Langes's heart was full of bitterness, resentment, and humiliation, she still had to watch it.

　　Although this is the end of the information about her, she still has to read it.

　　For the dervishes told her:

　　"The following information belongs to the other two people, and you probably don't want to read any more, because you don't know them or hear their names. He said, "You must feel that you have nothing to do with these two of them." And that's exactly what happened.

　　"But you must read on," the dervishma told her, "because these two women, whom you do not know at all, are actually related to you." He even emphasized, "I can guarantee that you will never know how close they are to you." So Langus had to look at it, and the first name she saw was something she had never seen before.

　　This person's surname is Su, and his name is Su Peirong.

　　The dervishes did not lie to her, but she really didn't expect that this woman named Su Peirong would be-

　　Name: Su Peirong

　　Codename: Su Su, female, 23 years old.

　　Father: Su Cheng, also known as Su Cheng, also known as Yongcheng, also known as Wu Cheng, also known as unchanged, also known as Yixin, Jianghu people say that "to suffer is to take advantage", Su suffers.

　　(Note: Honest, trustworthy, and willing to suffer, is he a good person? ）

　　- This point actually does not need to be indicated, because this Mr. Su has never suffered a loss in his life, "to suffer a loss is to take advantage" means, it just means that as long as others meet him, they will definitely suffer, others will suffer, and he is the one who takes advantage.

　　In Mr. Su's life, he has traveled all over the north and south, and he doesn't know how many people he knows, and I am afraid that there is not even one who can not be taken advantage of by him.

　　is like this, of course, there are many women who have been deceived by him, but the one who gave birth to Su Peirong's daughter for him is the most special one among them.

　　Because this lady is also like him, she also cheats for a living, and the men who have been deceived by her will never be less than him.

　　This lady's name is Hua Fenglai, and the information recorded below is exactly the same as the previous one.

　　Langus finally understood why the dervishes had to read it.

　　- This woman, who seemed to have nothing to do with her at all, was actually her half-sister.

　　What does the other woman have to do with her?

　　Langus was not stupid, her limbs were well developed, her mind was not dull, her reflexes were usually a little more pronounced than others, and she could certainly already imagine what kind of relationship the third woman in this dossier had with her.

　　She really thought well, and the third woman really was:

　　Name: Li Lansleeve

　　Code: Sleeve Sleeve, female, 21 years old.

　　Father: Li Lanshan, thirteen-year-old Xiucai, sixteen-year-old into the promotion, "blue-shirted talent" famous Xuelin, but in Jinshi did not have a chance, but nineteen has just become the first sword among the lay disciples of Wudang, "blue-shirted swordsman, sword such as Nanshan, picking chrysanthemums in the east fence, leisurely see." "With that leisurely swordsmanship, I won 19 battles in a row in one year.

　　(Note: But this talented swordsman who was both civil and military died early, in the year that his fame reached its peak.) That year was also the year when he became his own daughter, and his daughter was still in her infancy, and he had died under the sword of a little red in the Central Plains.

　　He was twenty years old that year

　　That year, it was also the time when Chu Liuxiang's reputation had just begun to be noticed by people in the rivers and lakes.

　　Chu Liuxiang was only more than ten years old that year, and Su Rongrong, Song Tianer, and Li Hongsleeve were also girls.

　　On the night of the Lantern Festival that year, when Hu Tiehua and others were drinking, he could already drink 28 liters of rice wine in one go.

　　That year, Chu Liuxiang's other good friend, Ji Bingyan, had already earned the first one million taels in his life.

　　- not copper, iron and tin, but silver, pure silver.

　　- That year, of course, was when Li Lansleeve was born, and her mother was, of course:

　　Mother: Hua Fenglai, a native of Suzhou, a famous prostitute in the south of the Yangtze River......

　　Langes didn't need to look any further, and she could already guess the following information without looking at it.

　　This Li Lansleeve, who had nothing to do with her at all, was of course also her half-sister.

　　- She suddenly felt funny, and she really laughed, laughing so much that she almost cried.

　　The ascetic kept looking at her quietly, and waited until she finished laughing, and then said lightly: "Ling Tang is a very special woman, and the man she has met is also very special, and it is of course even more special to let her give birth to a child for him." The bitter stalk monk said, "So your three sisters have not only inherited the wisdom and beauty of Lingtang, but also inherited a little bit of your father's characteristics. He spoke mildly, without the slightest hint of ridicule, but it could make the wise man miserable.

　　Langus already felt that way, because she knew that what he was about to say was the truth.

　　And the truth is usually more hurtful than a lie.

　　"Of course you know that Su Su is one of the two people I specially sent to take care of Murong. The dervish said.

　　"Yes. Langus admitted, "I know. "

　　"Then, I think you must also know that she is the one who assassinated Liu Mingqiu. "Yes. "

　　"Liu Mingqiu crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, fought hardships and battles, was born and died, how old is the experience, how could it be planted in the hands of a child?" asked the dervishe.

　　"Because he didn't watch out for her at all. "

　　The dervish immediately replied: "Since she already has the intention of killing him, how can a character like Liu Mingqiu not see it?" Langus was silent, because she already knew the dervishe's answer.

　　"Su Su was able to make Liu Mingqiu not wary of her at all, just because she had her father's qualities. ——A deceptive trait that can make people suffer losses and be deceived in the absence of knowing whether they are in the party.

　　"You can imagine that Su Cheng must be a sincere, honest and willing person who is willing to suffer losses and is often bullied by others. The dervish said, "Of course Susu is like that." "- Yes, Su Su seems not only to be well-behaved and gentle, but also honest and obedient, she will do whatever you tell her to do, but what she is thinking in her heart, no one knows, and no matter what she is thinking in her heart, she will do it.

　　"There aren't many people with this trait. The dervish said, "When this kind of person wants to kill someone, he will not hesitate for a moment, and after the killing, I can immediately cry for that person's heart" The ascetic said leisurely: "It is because I see this trait that Mr. Liu will die." He said this Tian attitude, and even showed a smug look that he had never shown.

　　Langus understands this.

　　It is by no means easy to cause Liu Mingqiu to die, and it is even more difficult to see Su Su's character.

　　"The situation with sleeves is pretty much the same. "Asceticism," of course, she also has a distinctive quality. "Of course, this quality of her is also valuable for you to use, that's why you think of her. "Yes. "

　　"Susu's trait is a deception, what is the quality of the sleeves?" Langus asked, "what is her value in this operation?" The dervish answered her first question first: "The quality of the sleeves is death, just like her father, ready to die at any time, ready to die at any time. "Is it because they are not afraid of death at all?"

　　"Yes. The dervish said.

　　But immediately he explained again: "Not being afraid of death is not completely absolute. "I don't know what you mean. "

　　There are many different interpretations of what it means not to be afraid of death. The former monk said, "But it is enough for me to name only two." If Langus asked him, "Which two?"

　　This kind of question didn't need to be asked at all, even if she was curious about it.

　　Because she doesn't ask, the other party will also answer by herself: "Most things in this kind of world can only be divided into two types, but the way of classification is different." "Oh?"

　　"For example, there are many kinds of people. Some people can even divide people into sixty or eighty kinds," the former monk said.

　　"But if you really classify it strictly, there are only two kinds of people. He emphasized: "Although there are only two types, there are many ways to classify them. "For example, you can divide people into good and bad people, and you can divide people into dead and alive, men and women, smart and stupid.

　　"No matter which way you categorize, you can include all of them.

　　"There is a kind of person who is usually afraid of death, but when it comes to life and death, when faced with a choice, he is often able to sacrifice his life for righteousness, and even sacrifice himself for others. The dervish said, "Of course, this is one of those who are not afraid of death." "Yes. "

　　"There is another kind of person who is not afraid at all, and he doesn't take life and death into his eyes at all, because he already takes life very lightly, and everything in the world is not worth his attention!" "Li Lanshan is this kind of person?"

　　"Yes. The dervish said, "His daughter too." "

　　It was because she had this trait that she dared to accompany Murong like a moth to put out the fire. "That's pretty much what it looks like. "

　　"But I don't understand why you have to go with Murong and why you spend so much manpower and material resources to find her?" Langes: "What role did she play in this operation?" The dervishes was silent for a long time, and said word by word: "Her position in this operation is not even below Murong. Langus looked surprised, she had always thought that only Murong was the hub of this operation.

　　The smug look in the ascetic's eyes with three points of demonic smugness was revealed again.

　　"This is of course completely confidential, so I won't be able to tell you until now. Langus waited silently for him to continue, as if her breathing had stopped.

　　"—What's the most secret?

　　"Of course you know that Chu Liuxiang has three very close girls by his side, one surnamed Li, one surnamed Song, and one surnamed Su. "Of course I do," said Langus, "and I am afraid that there are not many people who do not know about these three girls." "It's true.

　　If Xiang Shuai asked her, "Who is the number one master of the Huashan faction, what year was the first killing, who was killed? What kind of moves did you use?" Li Hongsleeve didn't even have to think about it, he could answer it, and he could even tell that person's own family background and character flaws in an instant. It can even be said that the person came out of what day, hour, and under what circumstances.

　　Not only did she remember it herself, but she also forced Chu Liuxiang to remember it too.

　　- In the middle of the night, under the lamp, add a burner of incense to Chu Liuxiang and force him to remember.

　　In the rivers and lakes, surrounded by enemies and killers, if you can know more about one of them, then this person's threat to you can be reduced by one point.

　　- If you can understand a person completely and thoroughly, what other threat does that person pose to you?

　　Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, winning all battles, this sentence can be passed down from ancient times to the present, and there is always a reason for it.

　　Therefore, she must Chu Liuxiang completely remember the deeds and battle deeds of some extremely successful and sudden failures in extreme success.

　　Because she has a different feeling for Chu Liuxiang.

　　If it's just a brother-sister relationship, it's a different brother-sister relationship! If it's just a friend's relationship, it's also a different friend's relationship.

　　So she hopes that Chu Liuxiang can never be defeated.

　　Even if you lose, you must win in defeat. Never compromise, never back down.

　　can do so much for Chu Liuxiang, Li Hongsleeve is of course a very smart woman.

　　The most important thing is that among all the things she has done for Chu Liuxiang, there is also a common trait.

　　- Undefeated.

　　You can die, you can't lose.

　　"Everyone dies once in their life, but some people can live forever. The ascetic said, "Li Hongsleeve wants Chu Liuxiang to be such a person." "Eternal life is no longer available, but undefeated can be sought.

　　So she is not afraid of death, and in these things she has done for Xiangshuai, she has this trait of not being afraid of death. Langus was silent for a long time before she said, "I understand." "

　　Actually, she didn't really understand it very well.

　　-- Li Hongsleeve and Li Lansleeve, is there some kind of mysterious relationship between these two people? What is the relationship? Who is Li Lanshan?

　　Of course, these names may be just a coincidence, and it is not known how many people in this world have the same name.

　　- But why is there such a similar trait in their personalities?

　　"No matter what, Li Hongsleeve is always a very strong and brave woman, if Chu Liuxiang wants to die, she will definitely follow. The dervish said, "Even if you know that you will die, you will go." "Yes. Langus said: "I'm sure she'll do it, too." Her eyes looked straight into the distance, and it was as if there was a person in her eyes.

　　This person is not Li Hongsleeve, but a woman in white standing alone by a small sedan chair.

　　She really wanted to get to the center of the problem, and she wanted to ask this dervish directly!

　　"What role does Blue Sleeve play in this operation, and what does it have to do with Li Hongsleeve?" Before she could speak, the ascetic had already turned the topic to Song Tian'er.

　　Song Tian'er is a very wonderful girl, she seems to be a little stupid, she doesn't care about anything, she doesn't care about anything, and she is easily satisfied, sometimes she may wish that a king Yu would give her a castle on her birthday.

　　But if someone could give her a Chinese painting with a castle on it on that day, she would be very happy. is always content, so she lives happily every day, smiling sweetly, smiling sweetly at you. Only for you, not for anyone else.

　　- If you have a girl like this next to you, do you say happy or not?

　　And she can cook.

　　She is a native of Wuyangcheng, Yangcheng is Guangzhou, "eating in Guangzhou", everyone knows.

　　So she also likes to eat, and likes to ask others to eat her Rai.

　　- That's how people with good food are.

　　So she must be able to cook, and she does it really well, even Chu Liuxiang, who is so delicious and picky, has never complained about the dishes she makes.

　　He even told his friends that even when Wuhua and were not yet dead, the vegetarian dishes he made by himself were not as good as Song Tianer's Luohan Zhai. Who else can compare to the world's celebrity chefs?

　　- To capture a man's heart: the fastest way is through the stomach.

　　Men are delicious, and if there is such a girl around, I am afraid that he will not leave with a whip.

　　This girl has always been by Chu Liuxiang's side, every day, all the time, but our Uncle Chu seems to have never seen her in his eyes.

　　The person who can only see the dishes she cooks, but can't see her, can't even see the slender and sturdy legs that are often tanned, and it's really infuriating.

　　Strangely, our Miss Song didn't seem to care at all. It's a lot of fun every day. is even much happier than Li Hongsleeve and Su Rongrong.

　　Among these three girls, the unhappy one is probably Su Rongrong.

　　Some people say that among the three of them, the most beautiful is Su Rongrong, some people say that she is the most gentle, and some people say that Chu Xiangshuai's favorite one is her.

　　I'm not sure about any of that.

　　All I know for sure is that she is the happiest of them all.

　　First, is it true that the smarter and more beautiful the girl, the more unhappy she is?

　　Su Rongrong is undoubtedly very smart.

　　She was responsible for planning, built a mirror room for Chu Liuxiang, and purchased a lot of extremely delicate human skin masks for Chu Xiangshuai, and a lot of disguise makeup supplies that were difficult to buy.

　　She herself also refined the disguise technique, so that Chu Liuxiang could appear in the rivers and lakes at any time with various appearances and identities.

　　"Ever-changing, coming and going, now in Hexi, Ming to Jiangbei", Chu Xiangshuai's romance and mystery have caused the legend of his life.

　　This kind of image was established by her.

　　Su Rongrong is not only gentle and considerate, but also empathetic.

　　Chu Liuxiang's daily life, diet and daily life, most of which are taken care of by her.

　　Xiang Shuai can be said to be a very independent person, but he once revealed to his friends:

　　"I can do nothing, but if I don't have Rongrong, I really don't know what to do. This shows his dependence and affection for her, but she is still unhappy.

　　Because she knew he still wasn't entirely hers. What she wants is a man who is completely hers.

　　She belongs completely to him, and he belongs completely to hers.

　　He certainly wouldn't be that kind of person.

　　Chu Liuxiang belongs to everyone, is the idol that every enthusiastic young man worships in the mind, the friend that every good man wants to make, the lover in every deep resentful woman, the prince in the dream of every spring girl, and the best son-in-law in the eyes of every woman who is qualified to be a mother-in-law.

　　So Rong Rong is not happy.

　　So she often comes up with some "clever tricks" to make Chu Liuxiang anxious, and even deliberately lets Chu Liuxiang's opponent be kidnapped.

　　That's why some nerds in the rivers and lakes think that she is a confused, big, and easily fooled woman.

　　——- woman who is dizzy in love usually uses a little intrigue and trick to the man she likes, a little deception, a little cunning, a little intimidation, and three sweetness.

　　It's just that she uses it a little more skillfully than most women in this world.

　　But she would not send a person who had no grievances with her to die in the gutter.

　　She can't do it, she can't bear it.

　　She couldn't put her mind down to do those things that Su Su could do in the blink of an eye anytime, anywhere.

　　But on the other hand, is there something in common between them?

　　INTERVIEWER Do they also have a trait that will deceive people, consciously or unconsciously?

　　Although this chair is very large, it is a pity that a wide chair does not necessarily make it comfortable.

　　A chair made of very cold and hard wood or stone, no matter how wide or large, would not be comfortable for a naked woman to sit on.

　　Langus's current appearance is not even a little comfortable, not even a little princess.

　　She had even waxed up her long, long legs.

　　The former monk had been watching her very closely, like a urchin watching a rare insect he had just caught.

　　What he saw in his eyes should be a female heir who could provoke the lust of any man, but there was no lust in his eyes.

　　Because what he saw in his eyes at the moment was not her carcass, but her soul.

　　Of course, her heart has been seen through by him, as if of course she has also seen through Su Rongrong and Su Su, Li Hongsleeve must have some kind of mysterious and special relationship between the sleeves, because they do have the same quality.

　　Of course, the dervishes understood this, so they told her in the most direct way.

　　"Li Hongsleeve and Sleevesleeve's personality are the same, they both have a kind of light-hearted character. He explained: "Maybe they don't pay much attention to righteousness, because girls usually don't have a lot of righteousness." The dervish said, "If a girl is too righteous with a girl, the girl will lose her love." "—It's amazing that this ascetic knows women so well.

　　If a person can't even "emphasize righteousness" at all, it is of course more difficult for him to "commit suicide".

　　Especially girls.

　　Unless she is born with a very special "trait", a trait that is not afraid of death.

　　"It's a rare trait for women, but both of them have it. The dervishew said, "Of course, there is a very intimate and special relationship between the two of them." He said: "It's as if there is some kind of very special and mysterious relationship between Su Rongrong and Su Su." "I understand," said Langus, "I understand very well the relationship you are talking about. This time the dervish replied more directly. He said: "Li Lanshan is Li Hongsleeve's brother who died young, and Su Peirong is Su Rongrong's half-sister." The dervish deliberately asked Langus in a very cold voice. "You say that the relationship between them is not very close. The secret should have been very surprising, but Langus didn't seem to react at all.

　　After a long time, she said in the same cold voice as the former monks: "You must have been looking for them for a long time, and you must have been looking for them very hard. "Yes. "

　　"But no matter how hard you search, you have to look for it. Langus said: "Because of the two of them by Murong's side, Chu Liuxiang will not let them die in this operation." "Yes. The dervish said, "As long as he is not dead, he will definitely strike." "If Liu Mingqiu doesn't die, this operation may not be successful, Su Su killed Liu Mingqiu, and he should be the biggest hero in this operation." Langus said.

　　"It should be. "

　　"But you say that the sleeve is far more important in this operation than anyone else. Langus asked, "Why?"

　　The dervish stared at her.

　　"I'm sure you know what I mean. He said, "I'm sure you understand." "Yes, I understand. "

　　Langus was silent for a long time and finally admitted: "The biggest purpose of your operation this time is not to determine Chu Liuxiang's life and death, but to make him die. "He must die. The dervishes also admitted, "Since we are still alive, he must die." "You will say that at the beginning of your operation, Chu Liuxiang was already dead. "Yes. "

　　"Because after the start of this operation, if he does not take action, then it means that he is already certain to die. "That's right. "

　　"But he is not dead yet, and if he suddenly appears on that long street at that moment of intolerance, how can you put him to death?" asked the dervish coldly:

　　"Just that big iron boss? just those little ghosts who can bend and deform like little snakes?, or with that old ghost who is half male and half female and is not a ghost?" The dervish sighed, because he couldn't help but admit it: "If they can take Chu Liuxiang's life in an instant, then Chu Liuxiang is not Chu Liuxiang!" "Then why do you say that as soon as he appears, he will be dead?" Langus himself answered the question: "You dare to say that, just because you have laid down your sleeves. Langes said, "She's your last killer!" "It's not her alone, it's her and Murong." "

　　"Yes. Langes said: "As soon as Chu Liuxiang appears, they will immediately put Chu Liuxiang to death, and only they can do this, because he would never have thought that these two people would be his killers." The dervishew suddenly laughed, and even the evil eyes flashed with a real smile.

　　"Wolf Laiger, you are so smart, you are so much smarter than I thought. "That's what matters.

　　- Without sleeves, even if Chu Liuxiang appears, no one can take his life in an instant, if he can't take his life in an instant, he will leave.

　　When he is leaving, I am afraid that no one in this world can catch up.

　　So it must be done so that this operation can be completed.

Chapter 3 A Map

　　Hearing this dervishe's explanation of this, there is probably no one in this world who denies the sophistication of this plan and the value of this operation.

　　Langus can't deny this either. But she only asked:

　　"What about me?" she asked the dervishe, "what use am I in this operation? Why are you looking for me?" "It's not that I'm looking for you," the dervish smiled, "and if I'm not mistaken, it seems like you came to me." He smiled very modestly: "But of course I can't help but admit that I am somewhat interested in you." Langus's gaze moved from her own bare legs to the ascetic's indifferent eyes.

　　"What interests?" she asked, "what interests you are to me, of course, not mine." "You are wrong this time," said the dervishe, "Wolf Lai Gege, if there is a person in this world who is not interested in a person like you, then this person is probably not human." "Are you human?"

　　"I am. The former monk said, "At least most of the time I can be regarded as a human being." He suddenly added, "It's just that I'm a little different from everyone else." "What a difference. "

　　"What's the first thing that comes to mind when other people see you, especially when you are now?" replied Lange, without hesitation, "It's the bed." "

　　The dervish laughed again: "Wolf Gege, this time I'm afraid you're wrong again." He said, "The first thing that most men think of when they see you is not necessarily the bed. He went so far as to explain: "Because this kind of thing doesn't have to be done in bed." Although he spoke in a gentle and polite manner, his words were full of sharpness, which fortunately did not affect Langus.

　　Because she didn't seem to hear it at all, she only asked him, "You said you were different from other men?" "

　　"What's different?"

　　"When I saw you, I didn't think of the bed, I didn't think of anything about it. "What do you think of me?" Langus asked.

　　The dervish did not answer this sentence directly, he only stood up and took out a picture from a secret place.

　　A picture of mountains, rivers, mountains, mountains, castles, and trees on it.

　　"When I saw you, I thought of this picture. The former monk said, "Wherever I see you, whether I see your legs or your waist, this is what I think of." Langus's face changed, and even her whole body changed.

　　On the surface, she has not changed, from the ends of her hair to her toes.

　　But she's changed.

　　She changed from head to toe.

　　Her smooth, soft skin had exploded in an instant, exploding into a sky with countless stars on it.

　　- Countless stars, countless battles.

　　At a certain moment, every grain of battle is an irresistible stimulus.

　　This map is really just a map.

　　How could a map change Langus so much, and so strongly.

　　"You should recognize this picture. The dervish said to her, "Wolf Gege, I think you must recognize this picture, but I can guarantee that you will not know how this picture came into my possession." Langus didn't speak, because she had nothing to say.

　　Of course she recognized the map, which was the distribution of the treasures buried in Middle-earth by the Persian royal family.

　　The Persian royal family is one of the oldest in the world, and one of the few richest of the few.

　　Before the Han and Tang dynasties, there were Persian Hujia who came to Middle-earth to trade, and the Persian royal family also admired the prosperity and color of Middle-earth for a long time, coupled with the transfer of royal power, so many people entrusted these merchants to transport their wealth to the Central Plains and hide in a mysterious place!

　　These riches are, of course, a lot of money. The owners of these riches do not enjoy it.

　　——- person who has property to hide secretly usually does not live long. And often dies in secret. The one who buried this wealth for them will, of course, die much earlier.

　　- How could these people give the treasure to them if they did not have the certainty that those who buried it for them would die sooner?

　　Their people died, and with them their wealth went up in smoke, and their death and wealth were already a knot that could never be untied.

　　If someone can untie this knot, this person is undoubtedly a strong man in the rich world.

　　There are very few people in this category, but they will always appear.

　　- This type of person must not only be particularly intelligent and careful, but also must be particularly lucky.

　　The Persian Maharaja of this generation was such a person.

　　When he was very young, he discovered one thing - he had everything since he was born.

　　So the fate of his life has been doomed.

　　- It is not happiness that is destined to be happy, but sad.

　　What fun is there for a man who already has everything, and what else in this world is worth fighting for?

　　So what is he living for? Is it just to "live"?

　　So what is the difference between this man and a surviving beggar?

　　There must be some goals in a person's life that are worth striving for, and this person's life can be meaningful. The Persian lord recognized this from a very young age, so he decided at an early age to do something that everyone thought was impossible.

　　The first thing he had to do was to unearth all the treasures of the Persian royal family. And he did it.

　　This map is his work.

　　He had conceived all the information, and he had investigated every outflow of wealth from the royal family very clearly.

　　- Who possessed this wealth, and when did it disappear from the data? Who might have taken it out of the country during this period? Where did these people go, and where did they go?

　　Which of these people did they associate with the owners of which wealth?

　　Of course, this job is very difficult, but for a smart and careful man with determination and luck, there is nothing in the world that he cannot do.

　　This map is proof of that.

　　Every place on the map marked with the word "bad" is the burial place of an incalculable amount of wealth.

　　So the map itself is a priceless treasure.

　　The Maharaja gave the picture to Langus.

　　"I know you'll be surprised to see this picture in my hand. Because there is no such picture in this world. The dervish said, "Your Maharaja has given it to you, for he has kept it in his heart." Then the dervish said, "You also destroyed it, because you also kept it in your heart." Langus couldn't help but ask, "Then how do you have this picture in your hand now?" "Because I can steal it." "

　　The former monk smiled: "I, like your Maharaja, will have some special methods to steal what others have buried in their hearts for a long time. "Of course, this method is not easy," he said. "It's certainly not easy.

　　From the time Langus left Persia, the ascetic had been paying attention to her.

　　- Her diet, daily life, her every move, her every touch and reaction.

　　"Do you know how many people I mobilized to scout you?" the dervish asked Langus. Of course she didn't know.

　　He himself replied: "You never thought of it." The dervish said, "In order to scout your actions and thoughts, I have sent out six thousand three hundred and sixty men, all of whom are first-rate men. Langus wasn't shocked this time.

　　It is not difficult to detect her actions, but it is by no means easy to detect her thoughts. The judgment of people who can capture this kind of thing cannot be exactly the same. Therefore, to probe a person's heart, it may take much more manpower to mobilize than to fight a legion.

　　Because this is the greatest mystery of mankind.

　　Stealing a picture from a person's mind is, of course, much more difficult than stealing a picture from a cupboard.

　　The dervishes, though still pretending to be serious, smiled happily.

　　"On this side, I believe that even Chu Liuxiang, the thief who is promoted by the world, may not be able to surpass me. "That's for sure. Langes said coldly: "Because everyone in the world knows that Xiangshuai never steals the secrets of anyone's heart." "Anyone knows that Chu Liuxiang is the person who respects the privacy of others the most.

　　"If he's going to steal," said Langus, "he's only stealing a little bit of other people's feelings." "Yes. The dervish admitted.

　　"I am also a Jianghu person, and I have studied the history of all rivers and lakes throughout the ages, even the famous heroes of a hundred years ago. He said: "It can be seen that I also admit that in this regard, Chu Xiangshuai is unmatched." "Chu Liuxiang never kills people, he always thinks-

　　No matter what the circumstances, no matter how big the mistake is, a person should first be punished by the law before his crime can be determined.

　　Only after his guilt has been established can his punishment be formulated.

　　In Chu Liuxiang's time, this kind of thinking may not be recognized by most people, but in modern times, this kind of thinking has become the norm for the legislation of all civilized countries.

　　"Since you also think Chu Liuxiang is a great person, why do you want him to die?" asked Langus.

　　The dervish refused to answer the question, but his eyes were already answering for him.

　　At this moment, an indescribable resentment and hatred suddenly appeared in his eyes.

　　Langus sighed inwardly and asked a second question.

　　"How do you know that the Maharaja has given me this picture?"

　　This time, although the dervish answered her question, it was as if he had not answered.

　　"Everybody has his own way of doing things, and this method is usually something that can't be told to others. The dervishew said, "I am no exception." He said: "Whatever method I use, I already know you very well as a person before you have even gone beyond the borders of Persia." "So you've been eyeing me for a long time. "

　　The dervish shook his head: "It's not that I'm eyeing you, it's that you're going to target me." "Oh?"

　　"Of course, I want to let you know that the project I'm working on right now can be fully coordinated with what you're going to do. "So you believe that as soon as I get here, you will definitely come to me, no matter what means you use, you will not hesitate. "Yes. The dervish said, "I'm sure you'll do that." "Because you will use all means to get this picture of me. "Yes. "

　　The dervish said, "Not only will I use your wealth to help me in this plan, but I will also use you as a person to get rid of the spider and the beheaded imp for me." He explained: "If I had done it myself, people might have thought I had gone too far." They were all his allies in this secret treaty, and it would be unwise and unlucky for him to kill them himself.

　　"I was very careful about every bit of my plan this time. "

　　The dervish said, "There is only one thing that I did not expect. "What's the matter?"

　　The dervish stared at the long-legged and thin-waisted wolf, "Why didn't you kill that little imp?" he asked, "why didn't you kill him when you had a good chance?"

　　"I could have killed that little imp then. Langus said, "I wanted to kill him too." "Why don't you kill?"

　　"Because I suddenly couldn't do it. "

　　"Why?"

　　"At that moment, I suddenly had a very strange feeling. Langus said.

　　- Just as she said this, a very strange expression appeared on her body and face, as if a young girl with spring in her heart suddenly touched a pair of man's hands, a man she liked, on a warm midsummer night.

　　"I suddenly felt very excited. Langus said.

　　Her voice had changed, as if it had become a kind of spring night dream. In this voice, she continued:

　　"When that little imp climbed on me, I suddenly felt as if I had been stuffed with a big hair," Langus said softly, "How can a man kill someone when he feels that way?"

　　"When you say you feel this way, that's when the head-cutting kid crawls on top of you?" "Yes. "

　　"That little imp can make you feel that way?"

　　"Only he can make me feel this way/ Langus said: "From the time I had lust, he alone could make me feel this way." The dervish froze.

　　He had known for a long time that this wolf would tell him the truth, because he had "pushed" her to a limit where he could not fail to tell the truth.

　　But he thought that what she said would shock him so much.

　　- How could such a tall and slender beauty, who sees all men in the world as shit, a narcissist who can only vent when he is in front of the mirror, be emotionally aroused by an ugly dwarf?

　　- How incredible is that? Who can explain it?

　　Langus can explain, so she has to explain it herself.

　　"I'm sure you'll know at least one thing. Langus said to the dervishe, "This head-cutting imp is completely different from any other man. "I admit it. The dervish said, "This little imp doesn't look like a man at all, and certainly not like any other man." Langus nodded lightly, "There are too many men in this world who are not human, and he is not the only one." "Dervishes can't help but admit this, just as Langus can't help but admit that there are many women in this world who are not human.

　　"But this little imp is still different. The dervish said, "He is like a snake, a mouse, a cockroach, a gecko, a spider, and there are very few women who see him without screaming." "That's why it's exciting. "It's because he's so ugly, so obscene, so disgusting, that when he hugs me, I feel excited." She asked the dervishe: "Think about it, if this little devil with a head is really a beautiful little boy, isn't it fun?" The dervish was stunned again.

　　——- big woman, being hugged by a normal little boy, is indeed not exciting. No one can afford to admit this.

　　- "Abnormality" is an irritation in the first place, and it is also one of the inherent weaknesses of human beings.

　　- For an already abnormal woman, this irritation is of course more difficult to resist.

　　"So I can't stand that little ghost. Langus said.

　　- How did the imp feel when she hugged her? What did the flesh feel: these words were meant to be continued.

　　But she didn't say any more.

　　For she suddenly smelled an aroma that she was sure she could never smell in this here and now.

　　She smelled the scent of an orchid.

　　It's still autumn, and it's still early for the orchids to bloom. How could you smell the aroma of orchids in such an eerie stone house?

　　She didn't even believe her nose.

　　However, she believed that she was a fully healthy person, not only well-developed, but also highly trained from an early age.

　　She was convinced that every tissue in her body was absolutely sound and that nothing had ever gone wrong.

　　"Impossible" is such a thing, it is impossible for it to happen to her. But now it's happening. That's why she was so shocked.

　　Maybe she is a very sound and very responsive person, so she is particularly shocked.

　　This is very important.

　　Every normal and healthy person is like this when he suddenly encounters something that he thinks is absolutely impossible.

　　Susu is also like this.

　　That's why after she strangled Liu Mingqiu, she suddenly fainted, because she suddenly saw someone she never thought she would see at that moment.

　　Who is this person?

　　When is it? The moon is in the middle of the day. At this time, the moon is full, and the fragrance of orchids suddenly spreads out like a thick fog in the early morning.

　　- Impossible, this is impossible, how can there be orchids blooming on a mid-autumn night when the moon is full?

　　Langus suddenly felt that she was dizzy, and her whole person was spinning, as if she had suddenly been thrown into a wheel.

　　Because she really saw a flower blooming.

　　She really saw it. She really saw an orchid bloom on the face of this ascetic.

　　A pale face, she is so white, so white. She couldn't see anything other than white.

　　- How did this face appear? When did it appear, how did it suddenly emerge from that layer of infinite mystery?

　　- What does this face look like, what kind of nose is it, what kind of eyebrows is it, what kind of mouth is it, what kind of face is it?

　　Langus didn't see it.

　　She didn't see it, not because the face was only white, miserable and dazzlingly white.

　　She didn't see it, because she only saw an orchid.

　　A bright red orchid, so red and so red, suddenly bloomed like blood on his pale face.

　　In the midst of the flames, suddenly another face appeared, a face that truly belonged to this dervishe.

　　Why is this face so beautiful? Why is the face of an ascetic so beautiful? Is it because this orchid that suddenly bloomed on his face has dissolved with his face?

　　Suddenly, the ascetic's face had turned into a flower.

　　Yu Hua.

　　The red orchid is as red as blood and as red as fire.

　　It was midnight.

　　At this time, a full moon was hanging high in the sky, high in the dark sky at midnight in mid-autumn.

　　This midnight, there are actually orchids. Orchids at midnight.

　　Midnight orchids.

　　How do orchids have red?

　　- Orchids have many colors, many forms, and some are even as black as dark green and as jade, but this red orchid is as red as blood, and even redder than blood.

　　Even as red as a flame in hell.

　　- How can this orchid appear in the world, how can it appear on a person's face.

　　A face that was so pale was suddenly sprinkled with bright red, and a pale snow suddenly burst into flames.

　　The earth fell silent suddenly, all words ceased, and Langus fell into a general and inexplicable doubt.

　　Everything in the world cannot be completely eternal, but the transformation of things must be affected by external forces and the environment, and at this moment and moment, who can tell what is the cause of this drastic change?