The rivers and lakes ask the heart but not the way

Three days later, Zhuge Village.

Wu Gezi returned exhausted.He found Silvertail's hole and killed her, but he had no desire to finish.

He never liked to kill people. Every time after killing someone, he had to wipe his sword for a long time. His juniors once asked him why, and he said that the sword would become blunt if it was stained with blood.In fact, he was just afraid, afraid that one day, no matter how much he wiped it, he would not be able to wipe it clean.He always wanted to polish the sword as if it were new, so that before killing each time, he would cherish its flawlessness and would not be willing to get it dirty easily, so every time he killed a person, he would be as solemn as the first time.

When Wu Gezi's Dragon and Tiger Sword touched the throat of the "Silver Tailed Snake", she showed a relieved smile. Under the disheveled hair, this last expression dispelled her years of hostility and restored a picture. It was a pretty face, but there was too much deep-seated hatred on this face, which covered up the deep pain.

At that moment, Wu Gezi was almost unable to make a move.He snapped and asked, "Why do you want to kill so many people!"

She said coldly, "They all deserve to die."

"They are not from the martial arts, they are all unarmed villagers..."

"If you want to kill, kill it, what are you talking about!"

Wu Gezi didn't know what he was hesitating about.It wasn't until he saw countless human skins in the cave and remembered how heinous this female devil was, that he finally made up his mind.He took care of her quickly without causing her too much pain.

As soon as Wu Shuangzi returned to Zhuge Village, he saw the Seventeenth Young Master taking an afternoon nap under the old withered tree.

Yes, Seventeenth Young Master didn't go with him.According to the Seventeenth Young Master, it was because of poor martial arts, and he was afraid of slowing him down or distracting him again, but he knew that this was not the whole reason.Since the Tenderness Pavilion, the Seventeenth Young Master has been avoiding him.

In that unexpected awkward kiss, the two pretended that nothing happened very tacitly, but they saw through each other's pretense.

He could no longer get close to the Seventeenth Young Master without any grievances, and he began to feel guilty because he had terrible thoughts about his best friend.

Before that, some things were not difficult to understand. Somewhere in his heart, he always secretly took out a sprout while he was not paying attention, and then secretly took out another sprout while he was not paying attention, but he didn’t say anything. I would like to think about it, maybe deep down in my heart, I have already faintly noticed it, but as soon as I touch the edge of this idea, I immediately avoid it.But that awkward kiss changed everything, things got completely out of control, and those horrible thoughts sprung up everywhere like mushrooms after rain.

In this way, it is human nature for the Seventeenth Young Master to alienate himself, so how can he blame his friend for his indifference?

The charm of the old dead tree has been removed, and the village has returned to its former peace.His best friend lay under a tree, the daylight shattering.It's no different from any normal afternoon.

When he noticed a diamond-shaped spot elongated from Seventeen Young Master's left shoulder and moved to his right ear, he realized that he had been looking at him for a long time.Probably only when the other party was asleep, he would allow his gaze to stay so long without concealing it.

He wanted to sit next to Seventeenth Young Master, to rest his head on his shoulder, or let the other party rest his head on his shoulder, just like what happened countless times along the way.But it was different now, he didn't dare anymore, he was worried that it might be too much and would make the other party feel uncomfortable, he was afraid that his ambition would accidentally destroy the trust between them.He was lucky enough to finally meet a confidant in life, he didn't want to be without friends.

So, he chose a just right seat and sat down next to the Seventeenth Young Master: not too close, not too far; familiar, but not close enough.

"It's over?" Seventeenth Young Master asked with his eyes closed, not knowing when he woke up.

Wu Shuangzi said: "Yes."

In the past two days, the sound of frogs has started to come out from the pond, which is disturbing.

Wu Shuangzi said: "There are some problems that I have never been able to figure out. Why does she only kill one person at a time? She can completely massacre the village, so that it is not easy to reveal her whereabouts. Besides, why does she kill people without martial arts? Sucking away from ordinary people Essence and blood cannot increase internal strength."

"Fuwang said that she looks exactly the same as when she was alive," Seventeenth Young Master said slowly, "Fuwang is the son of the village chief, and he was the one who went to the mountain to deal with that child. Now, he is the only one who came back alive."

These words deepened Wu Shuangzi's suspicion: a cowardly person like Fuwang probably didn't do anything back then.

Seventeenth Young Master said: "She may be the child in 20 years."

Wu Shuangzi pursed his lips tightly, raised his chin slightly, and closed his eyes tiredly, his heart fluttering.

She came back to take revenge, to take revenge on the whole village: the deep hatred of killing her father and mother, how can she stop!So she only kills one person at a time, deliberately letting the villagers live in fear and despair!She wanted all men to be buried with her, and all women to experience what it was like to be a widow!

How did this miserable child fall into the hands of the Demon Cult?And how was he trained to be a murderer?How much suffering has she suffered in her life, and how much hatred has she hidden?Wu Shuangzi remembered her smile before she died, and remembered what kind of girl she should have been... Maybe she has been waiting for someone who can help her relieve her pain. Isn't life a nightmare for her?

In this world, is there something pitiful about all the hateful people?

In order to repay Fuwang, she spared his life, but instead caused a disaster of killing him.The person who saved her killed her 20 years later.

Can right and wrong, good and evil, always be so clearly distinguished?In the rivers and lakes, how many tricks of fate and involuntary will there be?

Maybe the rivers and lakes themselves are a grotesque net, covering everyone who wants to escape but can't escape.

Wu Shuangzi felt that his sword could no longer be wiped clean.

He was suddenly very tired of this kind of world, and he didn't want to care about these right and wrong, kindness and resentment anymore.He's tired of doing things for the heavens, being upright, being the head of the sect, and being number one in the world.

He just wanted to say to the people around him, let's leave it alone and let's retreat into the world together.

He noticed that Seventeenth Young Master was staring at him in a daze, with extremely complicated eyes.Only then did he realize that he had actually said this idea.

The Seventeenth Young Master was silent for a long time.

On this late spring afternoon, under the old withered tree, Wu Shuangzi never got an answer.

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"Aren't you going to Xiangyang with me?" Wu Shuangzi asked before leaving the village.

"There are a lot of gossip books left here, I want to study them." Seventeenth Young Master said.

"Then leave it alone." Wu Shuangzi clasped his fists and said.If the other party still wanted to see him, he would come to Qingcheng Mountain to look for him; if he didn't want to see him, nothing he could do would be superfluous.

The Seventeenth Young Master cupped his fists and smiled brightly at Wu Shuangzi: "We will meet later." He also said to another person in this tone: We will meet each other if we are destined.

A farewell to the east wind, the chaos is red.

Sure enough, can't even be friends? Wu Shuangzi realized that it was not a smile, but an answer.

It was left on his heart, a wound.