blind man

The third person I killed was called Mengchang.

This Mengchang is not that Mengchang.

The master said, Mengchang is a very gentle thief, but also a very lonely thief.

There is a saying in the rivers and lakes: Wherever Meng Chang has been, not a blade of grass will grow.

I asked Master, why is there no grass growing?

The master said that after each theft, Meng Chang would set a big fire.

When Master said that, I understood.

After the fire, no grass really grew.

Unlike the rumors in Jianghu, Meng Chang is not gentle.On the contrary, he is a prodigal son who can't stop talking.

I saw him at the door of a casino.

Just when Mengchang came out from inside, he recognized me at a glance.

He said, "Are you the black-clothed swordsman who killed Wei Qiandao and Gui Yinke?"

I said, "That's right."

Meng Chang's tone sounded very happy, not at all unhappy.

I said, "I'm here to kill you."

He replied bluntly: "I know, but if you want to die, you have to be a full-fledged ghost, right? I'm in a good mood today, young master. Let's go have a drink together."

He clearly knew that he was going to die, but he was still able to drink so freely.

What a strange person.

I followed Meng into the wine shop, and he threw a large bag of silver on the table.

So, I know that he stole all the money from the casino.

Meng Chang said to the owner of the restaurant: "Bring up all the wine."

It turned out that Meng Chang, the famous fire thief, was still a drunkard.

"Brother, are you drinking?"

I shook my head.Master never let me drink, so I will not drink.

Meng Chang smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, your name is Fu Qiu? What a good name."

"Mengchang is also a good name."

"You're right, Mengchang is also a good name!"

He drank while talking.

Meng Chang felt that drinking alone was not fun, and said, "Do you want to hear a story?"

I replied: "Anything."

Meng Chang began to speak.

"Fifteen years ago, two young swordsmen appeared in the rivers and lakes. One was named White Fan and the other was named Jindi. They were young and energetic, proud and arrogant, and they were not afraid of anything. Because of this, unconsciously During this time, they formed many enemies. The grievances in the Jianghu are nothing more than four words: love, hate, love and hatred."

"That year, Mr. Baishan got married. On the night of the wedding, the enemy's family came to the door and disfigured and humiliated the bride to death. There was even a fire that burned down the whole Baijiabao. When Mr. Jindi arrived, Mr. Baishan It has been burned beyond recognition. Fortunately, there is still one breath left. Mr. Jindi returned to the Jin family with Mr. White Fan on his back, and seeing the raging fire, he realized that he was late."

After he finished telling the story, he was silent for a long time.Just keep drinking, keep drinking.

It was only then that I remembered that Meng Chang also had a nickname, the Golden Dizi.

Only then did I know that ghost hermits are not like ghosts.

After drinking, it was already dark.

Meng Chang was still awake, he stood up suddenly: "How about I take you to watch the fireworks?"

I refused straight away: "I can't see it."

Meng Chang put his hand on my shoulder, and I moved away unhappily.

He sighed regretfully, then laughed again: "It's not bad to listen to, after you finish listening, I should go to him."

I didn't speak, just followed him to the small building opposite the casino.

Meng Chang said: "Do you know what a starry sky looks like?"

I shook my head.

"It's like talking eyes," he said.

I asked: "Does it look good?"

Meng Chang smiled heartily: "It's very beautiful, but there are better ones, just wait."

I really waited for him where I was, for a long time, until I thought he had escaped.

At this time, I heard a flute sound, from far to near.Like someone whimpering.

It is he who plays the flute.

And the fire, the fire, the fire was huge, it was crackling.

I could clearly feel the heat wave hitting my face, I looked in the direction of the flute and whispered: "Are you setting fire again?"

Meng Chang explained with a smile: "It's not fire, it's fireworks, doesn't it sound good?"

My sword fell on his neck.

He said slowly: "I told you, I wasn't the one who set the fire that night, why don't you believe it..."

The fire was still burning, and Mengchang fell at my feet.

I went back to the guest house exhausted, I stood outside the door for a while, then turned around and went to Zhuli Pavilion.

Xie Yan was there every time, as if he was waiting for me specially.

I told him the story Meng Chang told me, and I asked him, "Did I kill the wrong person?"

Xie Yan said: "There is no right or wrong in this world. Right and wrong are determined by people."

I said again, "Then he deserves to die?"

He smiled slightly: "People will always die. Wouldn't it be a very happy thing to die when they should die?"

The author has something to say:

"Flowers welcome swords and stars fall at the beginning" is taken from Cen Shen's "Fenghe Zhongshu Sheren Jiazhi Early Dynasty Daming Palace".