First Sword Cultivator Observation Report

On a rainy night, thunder broke through the sky, the rain was so strong that it blinded the eyes, and there was chaos between the sky and the earth.

A maidservant of a rich merchant in the east of the city escaped from the mansion at night and threw herself into the river on the stone bridge.The next morning, no one found her body in the river, only a pair of embroidered shoes and a piece of paper with smudged ink remained by the bridge, which was all she left in this life.

There are only four words on the paper, "Ashamed of my confidant".

In the evening, a man with a pale face picked up the two relics. The boatman on the shore said that his eyes were terribly red, as if soaked in blood, so even the tears shed were made of blood.

Not long after, a fire broke out in the rich merchant's house, and more than a hundred members of the family were killed, including the invited theater troupe. The reason is still unknown.

People talked about it lively for several days, but it was quickly forgotten.Strange things happen one after another these days, as long as it doesn't happen to me, it will only increase the talk in the end.

The weather in Zicheng is fine now, foreign caravans are coming and going at the gate of the city carrying rare treasures thousands of miles away, the street market is filled with the smell of wine, and the sun is shining like a golden scene of prosperity.

After crossing the flowers and passing through the willows, he entered a not-so-big restaurant. Yan Chongcan took a look around, and Xiao Er ran over smartly with a teapot in his hand: "What do you two guests want?"

"Come here with three vegetarian dishes and a pot of good wine." After Yan Chongcan finished speaking, he stopped him, "Don't hurry, do you know that there is a man named He Yang in the city?"

"This..." Xiao Er was young, scratched his head when he heard this, and said in embarrassment, "The names are common, but I don't know any of them."

"If you have time, please ask other people for us." Yan Chongcan was not surprised by this answer, handed him a piece of silver and let him leave happily.

It was not until noon, and there were not many people sitting in the restaurant, and the food was served very quickly. Yan Chongcan had never eaten this kind of home-cooked food, and he ate it with gusto, while ignoring Si Jue who was disgusted from beginning to end.The waiter at the other end took the money, but fortunately he didn't have much work, and was doing his best to help him inquire, but no matter who he asked, he couldn't find anything.In the end, I had to make a list, and there was a long list of all kinds of people with this name, even the baby who was born recently.

Xiaoer handed the list to Yan Chongcan with trepidation, for fear that he would be unhappy, but Yan Chongcan rewarded him with a tael of silver for his hard work. Before he could thank him, he happened to be seen by the guy who just lifted the curtain.The two muttered for a while, and the guy patted his chest and looked at Yan Chongcan: "Guest officer, I know this person."

"you recognize?"

"It's not like we know each other..." His face was flushed "It's just that the villain likes to go to theaters on weekdays, and I have inquired about famous actors. There is a famous actor whose real name is He Yang, but he just disappeared a few months ago. He disappeared really in time, no, the theater troupe died in the fire within a few days, what a terrible death..."

"Do you know where his home is?"

"I know, I know." He said a while, and then asked the little girl who could barely write a few words to help him write it down on the list, "I just don't know if he is at home, but it is rumored that he committed suicide long ago."

"Nobody visits him at home?"

He cheered up and said with a smile: "It's just an actor, he has no relatives or reason in Zicheng, and lives in a remote place, who would have nothing to do to cause this bad luck."

People passing by heard it and joked: "Since that's the case, you still miss him so much?"

"That's a famous actor, with that face and figure, if I had money, I would want him to accompany me..." At the end of the talk, his eyebrows were beaming, and his heart had drifted into the tender land of his imagination.

Seeing this, Yan Chongcan threw the money on the table, ignored him, and left the restaurant with the secretary.

In order to prevent mistakes, they still decided to search for all the people on the list first, and then go to the residence of that He Yang.

When I saw one, I crossed out a name, and after seeing all those people, it was no surprise that the paper was all crossed out, leaving only the crooked "Jing Ke" at the end, which was He Yang's stage name.

It is really not difficult to find him, most people in the city know Jing Ke, but few know his real name.Following the address on the paper, they walked until they were close to leaving the city, only to see a spacious courtyard.

The moon is setting and the stars are sinking, and the pond in the courtyard is full of blooming lotus, which is exactly the name of "Jing Ke".There was no light in the room, Yan Chongcan tried to knock on the door, but no one answered.

"It's him." Si Jue said suddenly.

"There is dark energy." Yan Chongcan also smelled the faint dark energy at this time, and it was fortunate that the lotus in his yard could bloom so well.

After confirming the person, they jumped over the wall and entered the room. The door was slashed open by the strong wind, but the room was still quiet after such a big movement, as if no one was really there.Looking for one room after another, Yan Chongcan caught a touch of red from the corner of his eye, turned around and looked, but it was a side room, with a figure vaguely reflected on the paper window, probably because only one candle was lit.

As they approached, they heard the melodious singing of babbling, the melody was sad, and the indistinguishable voice was unreasonably seductive. It was clearly an extremely beautiful tone, but every word was like weeping blood.

Pushing open the door, there is a weak candle lamp standing in the corner of the room, the floor is covered with thick blankets, there is no furniture, only a few red veils hanging from the beams, floating like ghosts, making the room empty And ambiguous.

Yan Chongcan took a tight breath, his hand was still on the door, and he just stayed where he was.

"When the day is wasted and the heart is broken, there is only love in the world that is hard to tell. In front of the Yuming Hall, the red candle welcomes people..."

Among the layers of red gauze, the dancer has a graceful figure, wearing a phoenix coronet and a robe of phoenix, which seems to reveal her white calves because of the inappropriate fit, her pair of jade feet stepping on the carpet is as light and elegant as walking on the waves, and her socks are dusty.He didn't seem to feel that anyone was coming, and he was still dancing gracefully. Instead of being covered by gold and jade, his face with heavy makeup was not covered by gold and jade, but it burst out with a brilliance like a thousand horses.

The hem of the skirt is swaying, pearls and jade collide, his name is Lian, but his demeanor is even more powerful than Honglian.

Even knowing that he is a man, Yan Chongcan asked himself that he had never seen such a graceful dance.His amorous feelings are born in the smoke and fire of the world, and they are above the mundane world. It is the beauty that immortals laugh at and mortals praise. Ashamed of myself.

Cuiyun team fights against Jiangxiayi, he himself is a colorful painting.

After the song was sung and the light dance had just rested, Yan Chongcan called him softly: "Jing Ke."

He was sitting slumped on the carpet, but when he heard the sound, he raised his head, his eyes were full, as if soaked in two spring lakes.

Yan Chongcan thought he didn't know why he came, but when he heard him say in a hoarse voice, "It's finally here...you're here at last..." Then he laughed foolishly.

"Jingke." Yan Chongcan just called him again in a warm voice amidst the terrifying laughter.

The heart-piercing laughter stopped abruptly, and he stood up unsteadily, with a serious expression on his face.

"Hold on."

After finishing speaking, he lightly stepped on the lotus steps, and floated out of the door like a cloud of clouds.

After waiting for about an incense stick, Si Jue leaned against the door, and saw a man in white walking slowly across the way.He is tall and skinny, with wet black hair scattered behind his back. Although his face is too thin after washing off makeup, he is still very handsome. His eyebrows are slanted into his temples, and his eyes are long and narrow. There was no trace of femininity in her demeanor.

The two followed him to the small bridge in front of the lotus pond. The moonlight was rippling in the water, and the lotus flowers were clustered together, which was too beautiful to behold.

He leaned on the railing to watch, and suddenly read in a low voice: "Surprised by the past, ask Changmei. Yueming fairy dreams back." Yan Chongcan heard him speak calmly, but his heart was extremely sour.In the same midsummer, he looked at the stretched lotus alone every day, and asked how many times the moon was in the sky.

Jing Ke's eyes are getting darker and darker, but he just murmured to himself: "I feel autumn fat even though I am in the middle of the night. People who are worried about flowers don't know."

He knew he was dying.

He always knew.

Just like the flowers in the pond, sooner or later they will wither.

"You summoned a living soul." Although Yan Chongcan was angry at his actions, he didn't ask loudly. In his eyes, the man in front of him seemed to fall apart at the slightest touch.

The corners of Jingke's lips curled into a sarcastic arc: "So what?"

"Do you know how many people were killed or injured?"

"So what if you know, and what if you don't know?"

Yan Chongcan paused, then changed the subject suddenly: "What about her?"

He turned his head sharply.

"The owner of the wedding dress, what happened to her?"

Jingke's body swayed for a moment, and the hand holding the stone fence was so thin that it seemed that it would break if it was lightly folded: "Dead. Died in the river."

"You want to call her back to the world?"

"Haha, hahahaha..." He bent down laughing, looking at Yan Chongcan as if looking at a lunatic, "The world is so hard, why should I call her back again? She has done good things in this life, and she will have a good family in reincarnation. Why? Want to call her back to be a puppet? If she dies, she dies, it's fine if she dies..."

"what is her name?"

"Fan Yue." Jing Ke said but couldn't help looking at the silent man beside him.

Si Jue's gaze was set on the moon far away, the moonlight was so good tonight, the carved beams and painted buildings were brilliant without candlelight, he didn't seem to care about Jingke, he just watched the moon quietly by himself.That was the only light he could get.

Gently touching his hand, feeling his fingers shrank, Yan Chongcan lowered his eyes and smiled, and continued: "Then you want to avenge Fan Yue?"

Jingke shook his head slowly: "The revenge has already been done."

Just when he was about to say something more, he pulled out an ugly smile and said without sadness or joy: "Have you ever seen a bed made of gold?"

Yan Chongcan was taken aback, "I haven't seen it before."

"It's very hard to sleep. I still have wine pools poured from fine wine, and houses filled with suet jade. Because I said a word, Zicheng was once full of lotus flowers. From the east to the west of the city, wherever I go Where do I want to go? I want clothes covered with priceless pearls and jade, and ten thousand taels of silver bills that can be piled up to a height of ten thousand taels to be torn for fun, isn’t it absurd? They lined up and handed it over.”

"Gold and silver, pearls and jade, silver tickets... playthings, they are just playthings."

"Bite gold and bow down to others for fun. No matter how much money you have to go out of the door, you can't escape being spit on and scolded by actors."

"They toss me, and I can only toss back. No one knows that they follow me is just an illusion, and the glory and wealth are all jokes. No matter how high they are, they can't compare with the mud under their feet."

He spoke like a cannonball, but Yan Chongcan listened silently.

……

"The world is too bitter, and it's hard to reach the sky even in seclusion." A strange gleam appeared in Jingke's dull eyes, "If they want to listen to the play, they can act it out by themselves. Farewell to life and death, and make up with blood, I will set it up for them Stage, this time I will be the spectator, mortals will die, why not have fun for me again..."

"Jingke, your soul has been dedicated to Lord Lianxin."

Yan Chongcan's voice was like a clear stream, gently interrupting his crazy sentences.

"I know I know……"

He covered his face and wept, tears streaming down his face, but he had no regrets.