[Comprehensive martial arts] The correct domestication method of the first killer

This sleep was very long, and it was so long that it couldn't be traced. Su Muzhe suddenly saw the desert more than ten years ago, the sky full of yellow sand, he was still innocent and ridiculous, and foolishly tiptoed to touch the head of the white camel, The white camel's fur was covered with blood, clinging to strands, drips of scarlet falling on the sand, spreading and spreading, spreading and connecting with the red under his feet.

The smell of gunpowder can be smelled in the wind.

Fireworks, it seems to have seen Qinhuai’s painted boats again. Dozens of palace lanterns are illuminated as brightly as day, and the lights are crackling. You can smell the smell of fireworks, hidden behind the soaring alcohol, the subtle smoke of fireworks.

He felt very cold, the coldness flowing slowly from the deepest part, the water in front of his eyes, the icy cold water of the Qinhuai River in the middle of the night, invaded through every pore of his body, driving all the warmth out of this body, even the blood seemed to be was replaced by river water.

With no strength in his body, he shrank exhaustedly, indulged the intrusion of water, indulged the away of consciousness, and allowed the memory to be drawn away, leaving only this empty shell floating.

If it was possible, even his life would flow with the waves, that would be great.

That's right, he just pushed the boat with the current and stepped into the trap, but pretended that he knew nothing, eager to ruin everything about himself.

Living is always too painful a task sometimes.

His whole life seemed to be cold, as cold as the river water.For an orphan to survive in the war-torn Western Regions, perhaps he is doomed not to be innocent.That's why he tried his best to fabricate a clean and gentle self, deceiving himself that it was his past.That's why he relied on Shi Guanyin's false love and tenderness so much, until he could no longer deceive himself, until the blood and spirits broke his despicable illusions.

Dirty from the very beginning, cold from the very beginning, I learned to hold a knife before I could write, the wine poured down my throat was far more than water, the only luck I had was such a face, but I escaped Those nasty deals.

Stepping on the sandy ground with bare feet, only a few drops of water a day, it is always a luxury to feed oneself, pretending to be a two-legged sheep, one step away from becoming a pile of rotten meat in a pot, being a vanguard, wearing ill-fitting armor to go die.For him, killing people is not fun, but a skill, a skill that will kill you if you don’t master it, so he was the only one who survived the war, fled into the desert, into the wolves, and was about to die The old man taught him martial arts for two months, and spent every day hanging out with wolves in the desert.

Most of the time, compared to being a human being, he feels more like a deformed beast, who was wrongly born with a human appearance, and that's why he lives so hard.

The feeling of sinking into the water is happiness, this water is like his life, dirty, ugly, dark and desperately trying to cover up the accumulated blood below, sprinkled with lights, lights, wine and wine to whitewash the peace.

Closing his eyes, he came from the darkness, and when he came to the end, it was still darkness.

Floating, drifting with the current, maybe one day someone will find his rotten body mixed in this river, and it is inseparable.

It's extremely cold, but I can still feel a little warmth.

He never thought that it would be so warm when he woke up. He still remembered the muddy mud on the river bank. Most of his face was buried in the mud, and most of his body was soaked in the water, but he could smell very faint sandalwood. The aroma, the softness of the fabric across the fingertips, someone is asking him something, anxious and concerned.

Someone with such a clear and soft voice must have a warm heart.

His mind was blank, he couldn't find the past, he couldn't find the future, he seemed to have gone through a long trek in the dark, exhausted and ran out of ammunition, and finally a beam of light shone down, touching the warm fingertips for the first time Trembling, fear and could not bear to give up.

He struggled to open his eyes a slit, and glimpsed a bright light.

The color of the sun.

"Flowers... all over the building..." Su Mu read the man's name slowly, and saw a large number of light spots interlaced and flowing in a trance, and the lost past all came back to his head.

"I'm here." The voice that rang in his ear was as soft as in memory, Su Muzhe opened his eyes in a daze, dream and reality overlapped and overlapped, for the first time, illusory brilliance shone into his barren and thin reality.

Hua Manlou smiled gently, and wiped off the sweat on Su Muzhe's forehead, he was relieved by the temperature of his tentacles, "It's no longer a fever, just take care of it for the next days."

Su Muzhe blinked, but he still hadn't realized what happened. His body was so dull that it took all his strength to lift his fingertips, but it was very warm, and the coldness had subsided at some point. With warm tiredness.

"I'm fine." He said, his throat was so painful that every word was hoarse.

Hua Manlou stretched out his hand and pressed the man on the bed. The man who had not recovered from his serious illness was weak and weak. He didn't spend much effort to resolve Su Muzhe's almost non-existent struggle. I don't know, if you don't take good care of it, you won't live past forty, what do you call it okay?"

It was the only time in his life that his body could be so poor.

Su Muzhe looked at Huamanlou, and asked softly, "Whether I die or not, what does it have to do with you?"

He spoke calmly, with a look of indifference, but his hands curled up small folds on the bed sheet.

"Whether I can save you or not, what does it matter to you?" Hua Manlou wiped the sweat from Su Mu's forehead with a cloth towel, and began to comb his messy long hair.

It was that subtle sandalwood fragrance again, which made people feel relaxed involuntarily. Su Muzhe narrowed his eyes and said firmly, "Yu Luocha came to look for you."

If Yu Luosha hadn't done something, who would be willing to save him.

Hua Manlou was not surprised that he guessed this matter, "Yes, he is very worried about you."

Su Muzhe sneered: "He wasn't worried about me, but he was afraid that my death would cause trouble for him." He paused, then continued, "He gave you something back, right?"

"En." Hua Manlou took out the jade tablet from his sleeve and put it in Su Muzhe's hand, "He gave it to me, but I think it's better for you to make the decision."

Yingrun's jade tablet was turned in his hand, and Su Muzhe stuffed it back into Huamanlou's hand, "I lost to him, so naturally he will deal with it."

Hua Manlou smiled and said, "Then I will return this to you, and it will be my disposal."

Su Muzhe said, "You saved me twice, but it's just one thing." As he said this, he slowly loosened his grip on the bed sheet.

He is more comfortable with this state of equivalent exchange. There is no one in the world who will give a helping hand unconditionally. If some things are not repaid, he will feel uneasy every day.

For every trace of tenderness he has received, he can clearly recall what price he paid for it.

"Even if a dog falls in front of me, I will save it." Hua Manlou pulled the quilt for him and put the jade plaque beside his pillow, "It's just a matter of effort, but if I receive this gift, I will take it to heart." Uneasy."

"But..." Su Muzhe didn't continue his argument, Hua Manlou covered his eyes, and his tone seemed to be coaxing a wayward child, "You are not in good health yet, you better rest, we will postpone the rest talk."

The feeling of the eyelashes being pressed by the palm is very strange, Su Mushi closed his eyes and blinked a few times, the heat spread through the eyelids, the unfamiliar touch made him at a loss, he responded indiscriminately, thinking that Huamanlou should hurry up take away.

It's very hot. Can the temperature of a human body be so hot... He thought, Shi Guanyin was the only one who touched him. His strong attachment overcame his body's instinctive desire to attack, but that kind of touch did not Uncomfortable, the woman's body is slippery and cold, holding her like touching a hissing beauty snake, every time it makes him feel cold all over, and the goose bumps can't go away for a long time, but every time he honestly follows Shi Guanyin's words After doing it, she would praise herself, say he was a good boy, that he did a good job, that she... loved him.

For such a sentence to be able to achieve that level, it is a bit scary to think about it now.

Su Muzhe thought sluggishly, his brain afflicted by illness did not consider why his body, which was used to attacks, could accept Huamanlou's touch so naturally without the slightest sense of resistance.

"I'll come later to ask you to take the medicine." Hua Manlou covered the window and closed the door, and the strong smell of medicine slipped in through the crack of the door, making people's mouth bitter when smelling it.

Just now he wanted Hua Manlou to take his hand away quickly so as to escape from the scorching temperature, but now that he really left, he suddenly felt unbearably cold, obviously no different from usual...

Su Muzhe was thinking in a daze, ignoring the sense of loss in his heart and the little bit of longing quietly growing in his heart, wrapped his body tightly with the quilt, tried not to care about the jade tablet lying beside the pillow, and sat languidly in the slight sandalwood fragrance. close your eyes.

When he takes good care of his body... the issue of remuneration must be discussed with Hua Manlou...

But he seems to have no money...

I don't know if there is a shortage of labor in Huamanlou...

Hua Manlou heard the breathing in the room gradually calm down, with a smile on his face, but within a few seconds, he added some melancholy, frowned and sighed.

Su Muzhe's body looked at Kang Jian, but in fact he was very short-lived. Years of fighting, poisoning, and depression, Yu Luosha's palm patted all the dark wounds on his body, and he kept making noises one after another. Healing is also a good thing, but the process is long and arduous, and I am afraid that I will suffer a lot.

The smell of medicine in Baihua Building has been so strong these days that anyone who walks in will have to spit out the smell. The plants on the small platform are also wilted by the medicine smell, and the number of flowers blooming is much less than in previous years. few.

After boiling the medicine, Huamanlou finished watering the flowers, thinking about whether to ask someone to move the flowers to the village in the suburbs, otherwise these delicate little guys will definitely not be able to bear it if they smoke like this for a few more days.

"Since Master Yu misses it so much, why don't you take a look in person?" He put down the kettle and said.

"It's really sharp." Yu Luocha fell from the roof and leaned against the wall, still looking lazy, "If you are cured, you can cure it, if you can't cure it, you can pull it out and bury it. What's so interesting." He said After thinking about it, he said, "I didn't expect you to treat him so wholeheartedly. I thought you hated him."

"How do you know?" Hua Manlou asked with a smile.

"He was trading human life, I thought you hated it." Yu Luosha raised her eyebrows, fiddled with the gold ornaments on her hands, making jingling sounds.

Hua Manlou said: "If I hate him, even if you throw him into my bedroom in the middle of the night, I will throw him out."

Since the first meeting, he knew what Su Muzhe does for a living. People who are used to buying and selling human lives always have a bloody smell that cannot be washed away. However, he instinctively felt that Su Muzhe was different from ordinary killers. , Just like no one would accuse a wolf of hunting rabbits for food, Su Muzhe talked about killing people just like wolves do to rabbits, not for money or fun, but purely for survival.

The motive was too simple, so simple that he couldn't think of any disgusting thoughts.

He knew very well that Su Muzhe's perspective on the world was probably different from that of ordinary people.

Yu Luocha looked at the subtle changes in his expression with cold eyes, and laughed heartily: "As expected, you can see, that kid grew up with a pack of wolves. Rather than saying that he is a human being, it is better to say that he is a human being with his head covered. A wolf in leather."

"Really..." Hua Manlou sighed, "Why did you come here to tell me this?"

If he didn't care about Su Muzhe, why would Yu Luocha run over and quarrel with him, isn't he just worried that he didn't do his best for Su Muzhe as expected?

Hua Manlou was clear in his heart, but Yu Luosha would not admit such a thing, he patted Hua Manlou on the shoulder, laughed and said, "I'm here to remind you, don't waste such a useful dog."

While speaking, he had drifted away.

☆, extra

The desert is solitary and straight, and the long river falls into the sun.

The heroic and magnificent scenery in the eyes of the poet is a symbol of death in the war-torn Western Regions.

The war-torn Western Regions is hell, so the place where the smoke rises is the bottom of hell.

It was a small oasis, and several soldiers in military uniform were cooking in a pot. The broth was stewed on the pot. The broth was very fragrant and fragrant. They talked loudly and scooped up the thick soup.

Milky white soup, seasoned with some pepper, they all taste very delicious.

Not far from them, there were a few children, young, unkempt, sallow and emaciated from hunger, with chapped lips and bleeding. They threw a dry bun on the ground, but no one picked it up.

Even though most of them were so hungry that their eyes were darkened, no one went to pick up the dry bun.

The last child who picked up the steamed buns on the ground has now turned into rotten meat in the pot.

Some children covered their mouths, sobbing and shouting "Papa and Mama", their eyes were full of panic and despair.Not long ago, they were the treasures of their parents, but it was just a damn war, and they were all reduced to two-legged sheep waiting to die.

A distance away from them, another child was locked up. His hands were bleeding from the ropes, dripping into the sand, his hair was dripping wet, and his eyes, covered by his disheveled hair, were astonishingly bright.

He had escaped several times, that's why he was tied up, and he was supposed to be in the pot tonight, but when the soldiers cleaned him up, they changed their minds.

Under the dirt and dust is an unbelievably beautiful face. Although it is still small, it can also see the beauty of the future.

They decided to take the child back and dedicate it to their superiors.

The general's favorite is this kind of thin, petite, beautiful little boy.

The boy curled up quietly, his feet were naked, and his exposed legs were covered with scars. It seemed that he had lost his fighting spirit after several failed attempts to escape.

Only he himself knows that he is waiting for an opportunity.

At this point, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and a bonfire was flickering in the dark. The soldiers were wrapped in quilts and fell asleep, taking turns to watch the night.

The desert was terribly cold at midnight, and the boy felt as if his body was not his own. The other children huddled together to keep warm, but he was alone tied to a stake, with his hands and feet tightly bound, and a rope hung around his neck.

Like an animal.

His wet hair was frozen on his head, and he could hear the sound of the ice shattering when he moved. He leaned against the wooden post, buried his head in his knees, and observed the movements of the soldiers through the gaps in the broken hair.

The night watchman changed one after another, and he always maintained the same movement, the same breathing rate, until a big bearded man sat cursing in front of the fire.

The boy's pupils shrank and his hands tightened suddenly, knowing that the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time had finally come.

He began to whimper thinly from his throat, his body trembling, the sound was not loud, but enough to attract the attention of the night watchman.

This man is the same as the general, he also likes petite and beautiful boys, and when it is his turn to watch the night, he is often more willing to pick his favorite lamb from the flock and take him to the big desert to do something things he likes.

The boy knew this, and he used it wisely. He was very clear about his own advantages, and this face sometimes brought him some benefits.

The night watchman laughed ferociously. He stood up, untied the rope from the boy, and carried him to the desert.

It will take a few more days to get to the general, so it's better to call him cool before that.

The boy was so beautiful that his bones shattered, his body under the palm trembled slightly, and he was forced to raise his head and kiss him.

The night watchman half-closed his eyes and hummed a wild tune, which was the battle song of their army before the attack.

The voice is getting higher and higher, this place is far away from the oasis, no matter how loud he sings, he won't worry about waking up his companions.

——Similarly, no matter how loud the screams are, no one will be attracted.

The boy wiped the blood off his face expressionlessly, spitting out a piece of flesh with his head tilted, and looked down at the twitching man on the ground.

The man clutched his throat, making hoo hoo noises from his mouth, and blood leaked from his fingers continuously.

Repeated obedient kisses to please, just to confirm the location of the blood vessels, and then one bite down, accurately biting off the man's main vein, and tearing the trachea apart.

The taste in his mouth was sweet and sticky, the boy spat a few times, and the tall man collapsed on the ground like a pool of rotten meat in a pot.Blood seeped into the sand and spread to the boy's feet.

A ray of dawn slowly rose on the skyline, reflected on the black and red blood stains on the ground, the boy stared at it for a long time, and laughed with his mouth open.

Ah, it's so beautiful.

Flower House in the south of the Yangtze River, in late spring and March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, the small bridges and flowing water pass by, the lights are decorated, the guests are crowded, and the flowers make a face smile into a chrysanthemum.

Today is the day of his last son, a little child carved in jade, with a pair of big round eyes clean and bright, his cheeks are bulging, and he has two deep dimples when he smiles.

The seven children of the Hua family are full of flowers.

The nanny carefully placed him on the table, which was full of pens, ink, papers and inkstones, etc. Hua Ruling put the sword he used when he was young—even though his son was the first to put it on six times in a row. Kick it away, the rest of jade, abacus, and rouge are dazzling.

Hua Manlou grabbed the corner of her Wufu tribute satin clothes, looked at it in confusion for a long time, staggered up a few steps, hugged a pot of peonies thrown by someone, and grinned.

This is beautiful.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye the toddler grows up to be a child, still looking like a jade carving, but there is less flesh on his face, and those two deep dimples can't be seen when he smiles.

His eyes were covered with a thick white cloth, and he walked around the room gropingly.

He was somewhat relieved that no one came to see him today.

——When the mother saw him, she would cry before she could say anything. The father was always full of guilt and sighed towards him, and the elder brothers were even more cautious in their words and deeds these days, and they dared not say a word to him In other words, for fear of poking his sore spot.

His relatives acted like this, which only made him feel tired.

With mixed thoughts in his mind, he scrambled and fell straight to the ground.

Without eyes, even the simplest task of walking becomes a difficult task that requires repeated practice.Hua Manlou closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the coming pain.

But he was caught in time, his head was gently tapped, and the visitor gently reprimanded him: "Didn't I tell you not to move around casually? If you hurt your mother, you can't cry to death?"

Hua Manlou relaxed, and it was the third brother Hua Manting who came. After being injured, he was able to get along with the third brother more freely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he responded in harmony: "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Hua Manting didn't really want to scold him, but he just mentioned a few words, and then said: "Father has already put the iron shoe thief under the sword, you can relax, there will always be a solution for the eyes. "

"It doesn't matter." Hua Manlou smiled, "Even if I can't see it, I can still hear it. The sound of flowers blooming in spring, the sound of snow falling on the eaves in winter, the singing of birds and the falling leaves are more exciting than what I see. "

"It's good if you can think about it." Hua Manting rubbed Hua Manlou's head with two small corners, thinking in his heart that the masters his father invited to untie Qitong are still useful, so there is no need to drive them out.

A bird flew across the sky in the distance, and the black shadow continued towards the desert.

Amidst the violent screams, the figure in the white cloak looked up and saw a huge ship sailing out of the boundless yellow sand. A dozen eagles flew high in the sky, dragging the huge ship forward.

The boy had already grown into a teenager, and his face had gradually grown with the years, gradually mixed with a hostility and madness that could not go away. There was a small tear mole under the corner of his left eye, which added a bit of beauty and tenderness.

The corner of his snow-white robe was stained with a few drops of blood. He raised his eyes to see the approaching giant ship, and silently took off his cloak and threw it into the sand.

The woman was very happy to see him, she embraced his arm with a gentle smile, greeted him with wine and food, her body was as soft as boneless in his arms, she looked like a virtuous wife.

The young man had just removed a thorn in her side, and since then the eastern part of the desert has been her sphere of influence, so she was naturally happy to make some appearances to make the young man happy.

"From now on, the east will be yours." The young man drank the wine she gave him with a calm expression.

"No, it's ours." The woman held his hand, frowning slightly in her heart.The boy's hand was a knife-holding hand, with distinct joints and numerous scars, and a callus on the palm, which was completely different from what she liked.

"I leveled up forty caravans, fifteen tribes, and thirty-eight sand bandits' dens for you." The young man said, his voice was clear and soft, like green water wrinkled by the spring breeze, "I have been a cow and a horse for eight years, and I bowed to you As ordered." He raised his eyes, met the woman's surprised eyes, and smiled slightly, "I should go."

It was the first time for a woman to face a young man's knife. The broken machete was like the garbage picked up from a blacksmith's shop. Still tricky, rushing straight to the point.

The sound of fighting on the ship resounded from noon to sunset. The young man staggered away from the huge ship with scars all over his body. The setting sun was like blood, leaving a long afterimage.

There were two twisted scars on the left side of his face, the whole face was hidden in the shadows, hideous like a ghost.

Later, a small building was erected in the south of the Yangtze River, full of flowers, and when spring came, the building was full of fragrance. Passing downstairs, sometimes you can see a gentle man watering the flowers.

The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

The girls in the city always walked to the bottom of the small building, raised their heads and blushed, and whispered softly while twisting their handkerchiefs.

If in this life the seven children of the Hua family can take care of him, he is willing to die even if he dies.

Later, the Western Devil's Cult added a left guardian who killed decisively and fiercely, wearing a snow-white cloak with a roaring wolf embroidered with gold thread, the lower half of his face was always covered with a silver mask, and two scimitars Washed by blood, the cold light overflowed, surrounded by countless giant wolves, riding white camels across the desert.

The left guardian is like a ghost, and the servants would rather sweep the pigsty than get any closer.

I always feel that even if I get a little closer, I will be contaminated with that terrible cold atmosphere and be dragged into hell completely.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.The young man drank all the spirits in the bottle, the camel bells jingled, the wolves howled and galloped, the glazed jade cups were thrown into the sand, and a few drops of remaining wine dripped into the sand, and the ground was covered with blood in a trance.

"It's so beautiful..." The young man's eyes are as bright as when he was young, and he smiles softly and tenderly, carelessly licking away the wine stains on the corners of his lips.

The setting sun penetrated through the fingertips, only feeling the coldness to the bones.

Maybe he is destined not to touch the warm sun in his life.

Then, as time passed, one day, a scarred young man rushed to the bank of the Qinhuai River. Every scar was soaked white by the river water, and his body smelled of alcohol.

Pedestrians covered their noses and passed by, guessing that it was probably another down-and-out ghost who couldn't afford to be thrown from the boat, and no one was willing to get close to it.

Hua ManLou, who was passing by home, walked down the river bank, leaned over and asked, "Is your Excellency all right?"

The young man moved his fingers feebly, his slightly opened eyes were unfocused, and he could only see large swaths of brilliant halos.

It was... the brilliance of the sun.

Warm... incredible...

From this moment on, the gears of fate began to crunch.

All the way to...unpredictable direction...

The author has something to say: catch up with the second update in time!I feel like I have kidney deficiency [Fuck, anyway, this is the story of a gentle local tyrant who fell in love with me hhhh Su Muzhe’s childhood history is so dark that it cannot be washed away

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