Nine swords

When the eyes are closed, the person is dead.When the eyes are opened, the person is alive again.

He died of a broken heart last moment, but at this moment he was lying on his own bed, becoming himself ten years ago.

Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will probably pinch himself twice in disbelief, hesitate for a few quarters of an hour, and then be at a loss, or thank God for his pity, speak boldly, and vow to make up for his lover and relatives, and then Gritting his teeth and uttering harsh words to make the enemy regret being born in the world, he finally looked up to the sky and smiled with a strong heart, imagining the beautiful life of being the only one in the sky and the earth, and who is the opponent in the world——

But he just blinked, smiled noncommittally, then sat up as usual, got out of bed, walked to the bright full-length mirror, and began to tidy up his clothes.

So what about death, what about living, he is still... Gong Jiu.

From beginning to end, it was Gong Jiu.

The high-quality tribute glass mirror from overseas reflects the handsome and handsome young man without any mistakes, but his expression and movements add a bit of weirdness - he just caresses himself flawlessly like a lover, intoxicated His face, rippling expression, misty eyes.

It took a long time before Gong Jiu woke up, and then he half-closed his eyes, and sighed silently: Gong Jiu, Gong Jiu, you didn't die, and you went back to the past...

The scourge will last for thousands of years, this is really true.

But why are you still alive?What's the point of being alive...?Gong Jiu slowly put down his hand, completely freed from the unconscious state, as if he had been splashed with cold water.

Recalling his failure and death, Gong Jiu's gradually sharpened eyes suppressed endless rage and madness. He stared fixedly at himself ten years younger in the mirror, but there was a thunderous sound in his mind—— Just before he was killed in the "last life", Gong Jiu already knew the truth about his mother's death that year. So many years of self-repression almost drove him crazy. It was only because of the firmest belief and hatred in his heart that he survived. Come down...he wanted to take revenge, to prove himself, and even more wanted to stand on top of all living beings and trample all the people under their feet—and the motivation for all this came from his mother in the first place.

But Gong Jiuwan never imagined that the final outcome would be like this. His hatred for his biological father for more than twenty years turned out to be meaningless, and his grand plan to win the world that he had planned for many years was destroyed like a joke. , even he himself died in Lu Xiaofeng's hands because of the woman's betrayal... He is simply a big laughing stock!His life, his pride, and his shameful secrets have all become decorations in other people's legends and stories, and his achievements have only decorated the brilliant life of that person named Lu Xiaofeng... To be hated, despised, betrayed, ridiculed, and even... pityed by others, he has nothing at all.

Gong Jiu was trembling with hatred for a moment, and there was nowhere to vent his anger. He suddenly had an impulse to tear his chest and abdomen apart with his own hands, and took out his own bloody flesh. In his heart... Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. At this moment, Gong Jiu could only grit his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, trying to restrain the tyrannical impulse engraved into his soul.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother... are you in the room?" At this moment, a clear voice like a silver bell came from the yard not far away, as if it brought a gust of cheerful wind, and broke the silence in the room. A storm brewing.

Gong Jiu was shocked, his eyes widened suddenly, his heart was pounding, as if trying to jump out of his throat.Taking a deep breath, and exhaling it slowly, Gong Jiu calmed down a little bit, then he let go of his clenched fists, raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied in a natural tone: "I'm here. "With these words, he has completely returned to normal on the surface, and he has become the elegant and intimidating Gong Jiu again... But in this world, is there only one Gong Jiu?A person has two completely different sides, so Gong Jiu is just a freak?

Gong Jiu looked at the person in the mirror indifferently, as if he was looking at another person.

There were cheerful footsteps coming from afar, mixed with laughter like silver bells, even Gong Jiu heard it, and couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

The next moment, a ten-year-old girl burst into the room whirling with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and with a smile, she put her hands behind her back and tilted her head, and said, "Brother Nine, the boat is ready, Uncle Mu is waiting for you." Well, don’t worry about dressing up.” As she spoke, her bright eyes rolled around, and she stretched out her tender white fingers to grab the hem of Gong Jiu’s clothes, and said while shaking, “That’s right, Brother Jiu, don’t forget about it when you come back. Don't give me a gift, or I will be angry."

Gong Jiu carefully sized up the little girl from head to toe, with a slight look of nostalgia in her brows, she nodded slightly after a while, poked her forehead with her finger, and said, "Got it, you glutton Little girl, don’t you just love beef jerky? Brother Nine will buy it for you wherever he goes, and when he brings it back, he’ll guarantee enough for you for a year.” The little girl is still that little girl, and she’s the only one who hasn’t betrayed her from the beginning to the end. Gong Jiu, no matter which Gong Jiu it is, she doesn't dislike it.Thinking of this, Gong Jiu's heart suddenly felt warm, and his indifferent expression became softer.

The little girl laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth, and said cheerfully: "I know Brother Jiu loves me the most."

Gong Jiu also smiled, with a bit of connivance in his smile, and asked in a familiar tone: "Who does my younger sister like the most?" He would ask this question every time he went out.

The little girl jumped up all of a sudden, as if with a gust of wind, she jumped directly into Gong Jiu's arms, sitting in the arms that seemed to be prepared for her by nature, her eyes shone brightly, she curled the corners of her mouth, and said loudly: " I like Brother Nine the most, and my little sister likes Brother Nine the most!" The answer is always the same, and it never changes.

Gong Jiu suddenly felt enlightened, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a lot. He skillfully supported the little girl, walked out of the room steadily, and said with a light smile: "Little girl, the lightness kungfu has improved, but the longer it is It's getting heavier." Without waiting for the little girl to show a look of complacency and annoyance, she turned to ask: "Brother Jiu is going out of the island this time, and brought some beautiful older sisters back to play with you, do you think it's okay, little sister?"

"Not good! Not good! Not good!" The little girl shook her head vigorously, pouted her mouth angrily, and said, "I don't want a big sister! No one can rob Brother Jiu from me!" The little girl's bright eyes glowed. Angry, but also with a strong desire to possess, at the same time, her white and tender face also wrinkled, like a hot, freshly baked bun.

"Ninth brother can't take it away from anyone," Gong Jiu still smiled, but his eyes were far away, and said: "Ninth brother's favorite will always be the younger sister."

Exactly the same dialogue, word for word, just like back then.

At this time, the morning sun was still slanting over the sea, and the gentle golden light shone on the two brothers and sisters. The little girl was sitting in the arms of Gong Jiu, with one arm on Gong Jiu's shoulder, and the other hand was playing with Gong Jiu. A piece of jade was hung on a thread around his neck, his big eyes blinked and blinked, and the shadow of long eyelashes hit his fleshy, pink and tender face, and he was still talking in his mouth.

Gong Jiu hugged the little girl and walked all the way to the pier, her irritable heart calmed down like that, and the smile on her face became more real: little girl, there is only one person worthy of my trust in this world... only you... You, at the very end, are still willing to stand by my side, to be an enemy of the world, and to live and die with me.

The road to the pier is not long, and it will be there in a while.The little girl had no choice but to jump down from Gong Jiu's arms, her reluctance seemed to hope that this road would never end.

Such a vivid expression fell into Gong Jiu's eyes, as if it made the whole world come alive.Gong Jiu smiled and boarded the boat.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother, I need to come back soon..." The little girl jumped up and down waving her hands, watching the magnificent ship gradually go away, and the figure of the man in white on the deck also melted into the clear light of the rising sun, faintly Gradually lost sight of everything.

The sea water is like a piece of blue and beautiful jade, and the rising sun is blooming in the waves, like endless gold shattered in the waves.Standing and blowing the salty sea breeze for a while, until the island disappeared in front of his eyes and disappeared into the sky, Gong Jiu slowly turned around and returned to the cabin.

Gong Jiu is not his real name.He was originally the heir of King Taiping of the current dynasty. He has a photographic memory and outstanding aptitude. He can learn all kinds of martial arts at once. He is also deeply scheming and full of wit. He is a real genius.

However, that year, King Taiping's youngest son was only ten years old.That time, he fell asleep behind the huge bookcase in his father's study because of his playfulness. When he woke up in a daze, he saw his mother and concubine dying in his father's arms covered in blood. Since then, he has no childhood. , and since then there has also been Gong Jiu.

King Taiping announced that the princess died of giving birth to a daughter, but he didn't know that the last scene was seen by his son.In the years that followed, the death of his mother became an inseparable knot in Gong Jiu's heart. His personality became more and more distorted. He was wise and decisive in front of others, but cruel and cruel behind others. Use physical pain to relieve the sores in his heart that break out all the time.

Later, Prince Taiping's son left home when he was young, and worshiped Wu Ming, the owner of the mysterious island in the South China Sea, as his teacher. From then on, under the name of Gong Jiu, he spent more than ten years building up a huge network of influence belonging to him. Ri Neng soared into the sky, climbed to the top of the sky, and at the same time knocked King Taiping into the mud to avenge his mother... But in the last part of the plan, he died, because a woman died in Lu Xiaofeng's hands.Due to a trick of fate, he learned the truth about his mother's death before he died, and passed away regretfully.

"Shaman... Shaman..." Gong Jiu's heart echoed the name over and over again, "I will bring you back when I leave the island this time..."

For ten years, Shaman had accompanied Gong Jiu for a full ten years. "For ten years, you have been honest with me, but whenever you met Lu Xiaofeng, you posted it upside down..." Gong Jiusi recalled the past, licked the corner of his mouth like a hungry wolf seeing its prey, and put on a somewhat crazy smile—— —"I will bring you back, my good Sharman. You are just my plaything, this life is still very long, we can play slowly..."

Sitting in the neat and bright cabin, with the blue sea and sky outside the window, and the rustling sound of the waves hitting the hull, Gong Jiu's expression was a little dazed, and the little girl's reluctant cries echoed in her mind ——"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother..."

"Brother Jiu is always the most perfect..." Gong Jiu murmured softly. He was holding a delicate knife with a very gentle expression. Slowly opened, bright blood seeped out little by little, then accumulated more and more, slipped over the skin, and dripped on the snow-white tablecloth.

Blood, pain.It is the most beautiful scenery and the most ecstasy experience.

Gong Jiu's eyes were a bit bewildered, looking at the bright red on top of the pure white, it took a long time before he shivered, let out a breath of relief, and then slowly raised his hand to appreciate it carefully. After looking at his well-articulated, white and slender fingers, he shifted his gaze to the bloody back of his hand, lowered his head, and carefully traced the shape of the wound with the tip of his tongue, licking off the fresh blood little by little. Taste the salty, tantalizing blood, your own blood.

Not long after, the wound stopped bleeding, and the flesh began to shrink, forming a layer of light brown scab.Ordinary people are afraid that it will take a month to heal the injury, but on Gong Jiu's body, it only takes about two days.By the time the boat landed, the wound would be gone, as if it had never been there.

Gong Jiu smiled faintly, and then skillfully picked up a white handkerchief, wiped off the remaining blood and saliva on his hand, wiped the dagger back into its sheath, and hid it neatly in his sleeve.

This time, tasting the joy brought by the pain made Gong Jiu a little bit disappointed, not enjoying himself, but it wasn't that he didn't want to finish it, but it seemed like chewing wax and nothing new.

After all, it has changed.How can people not change when their hearts change?

Gong Jiu sighed slightly, and then smiled openly: The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come; the new ones come back, why don't you take the opportunity to find some new fun?

"Master, the meal has been prepared properly, can we pass it on now?" Ping Ping's respectful voice came from ten steps away from the door. This is the rule set by Gong Jiu. Do not come within ten steps of his door, and those who disobey the order will die.

This is all because of Gong Jiu's secret that is not for outsiders.

Hearing the inquiry, Gong Jiu raised his eyes slightly, and calmly threw the blood-stained white handkerchief into the brazier, then tore off the tablecloth and threw it in together, and then slowly replied: "Tell me. "

A middle-aged man in his 40s opened the door and came in, followed by four young girls holding dinner plates.Seeing the burnt tablecloth in the brazier, the middle-aged man showed no signs of change. He was holding a brand new white tablecloth in his hand, and he walked forward to spread out the tablecloth and smooth it out. Impassively, he directed the maids to arrange the dishes.

Gong Jiu nodded calmly and said, "Please trouble Uncle Mu."

"Young master, you are welcome." The middle-aged man surnamed Mu bowed respectfully, and led the maids out of the cabin.

Uncle Mu... Sitting at the dining table, Gong Jiu suddenly remembered that Uncle Mu was originally a loyal servant by his mother's side. He had watched him grow up since he was a child, and even tried his best to do things for him after his mother died. Hou, the two get along like uncles and nephews, and even Gong Jiu's most difficult secret is not hidden from Uncle Mu.In the previous life, Uncle Mu died in an accident a few years later. At that time, Gong Jiu was also quite hurt, but at this moment, Gong Jiu was thinking that Uncle Mu should also know about his mother, but in his previous life, he had never had a relationship with him. Speaking of which, is it too sudden to say or is there another reason?Gong Jiu knocked on the table, thought for a while with dark eyes, then picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat as if nothing had happened.

It seems that this life... will probably be very interesting.Gong Jiu smiled in satisfaction. Doesn't the joy of life lie in constantly exploring the unknown mysteries?

Uncover the scars of the previous life one by one, let the pus and blood flow out, and then he can truly heal.What does it matter if it's a gift from God or a joke to do it all over again?Looking to the future instead of sticking to the past, grasping this god-given opportunity instead of hesitating in fear - this is what Gong Jiu should do.

Gong Jiu's eyes became brighter and brighter, he couldn't remember how long he hadn't lived and thought calmly like this time.Before his death in the previous life, he was almost insane... But who can tell the boundary between madness and reason?

The sea boat sails through the waves, and within a few days, you can reach the Central Plains.