he doesn't use a knife

Duan Yishuang hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Holding the sword in his arms, he leaned against the green wood table at the bow, closed his eyes, and blew two rounds of the lake breeze.

The wind is very gentle, and there is light rain falling, and there is no more gentle time than this.

The raindrops fell on his brows like pieces of feihong crane feathers one after another.

It fell on his sleeves, staining the scabbard even brighter, staining his white clothes like clouds and rain, leaching sporadic water color, in twos and twos.

He has a very famous name in the Jianghu.

It is called "Flawless Sword".

The sword is flawless, the swordsmanship is flawless, and the people are also flawless.

Almost everyone who has met Duan Yishuang will understand how he lives up to his name.

He really is a man without blemishes.

In other words, the blemishes have always been on him, but no matter who they are, whether they are first acquaintances or old acquaintances, they can't find his blemishes on him.

——The world says that the strong will turn their weaknesses and weaknesses into advantages and weapons that can be used.

But Duan Yishuang's weaknesses and weaknesses are unknown and difficult to find out.

He is indifferent to fame and fortune, and is a complete loner.

But now he, this lone cloud, this idle crane, sits on this small and light boat, only closes his eyes and blows the wind, letting the rain drench his body.

If this incident happened a few days ago, even Duan Yishuang would not believe it.

Because he has lived alone for too long, so lonely that every day, every night, even every minute and every second, seems to be competing with God's will.

If a person wants to live too much, he will easily lose his mind.

Duan Yishuang really wanted to live, but he didn't give up his reason easily, he even saw clearly.

The biggest difference between a person living and dying is that he can no longer control himself.

If he becomes crazy and irrational in order to survive, then whether he is alive or not will no longer be meaningful.

Duan Yishuang needs this meaning.

No matter how urgent he is, he will not easily surrender his reason.

He met Xue Lanling for the first time two days ago, and he went against all odds and took away the leader of the Demon Cult who couldn't distinguish between good and evil.

Xue Lanling asked him a question after boarding the ship.

Xue Lanling asked him: "I heard they said that your name is flawless, but I don't know if it means your sword is flawless, or your people are flawless?"

He looked at the pair of abysses in the swaying rain.

Like falling into the abyss vortex.

But he was sober again, holding the sword in his hand, and replied calmly: "My heart is flawless."

There will be no flaws in Duan Yishuang's heart.

There never was, and there never will be.

Such an earth-shattering idea is only hidden in Duan Yishuang's heart, hidden in all his cherished words like gold.

Xue Lanling smiled instead: "If a person's heart is without blemishes, how boring would his life be?"

Duan Yishuang shook her head, "I'm living a very good life."

It was good in the past, and it is good now. For him, being alive is good enough.

Even if he is poisoned by a strange poison, he may only have two years to live at most.

But in Duan Yishuang's heart, he still feels that he is lucky enough, better than too many powerless people in the world.

At least he is frank and honest, he has a clear conscience, he walks in this vast rivers and lakes, and he has never done anything that he will regret or regret.

How can a person's heart be flawless?

——A clear conscience is flawless.

It rained without sleep or rest for two days. From the desert to Bizhou, we still need to pass through a remote city.

Duan Yishuang doesn't like drinking, but she gets a little drunk.

He was still sitting on the bow of the boat as before, but now there was another figure beside him.

Xue Lanling held the wine cup, took a few sips slowly, and leaned against the green wood case, seeming a little drowsy.

Duan Yishuang rarely spoke.

He is a person who cherishes words like gold, and everyone in the world knows it.

It is very difficult to get him to speak actively, even if there is only one or two sentences.

Unless it's Duan Yishuang's friend, someone he thinks he can talk to.

Otherwise, it would be as difficult and troublesome to pry open the mouth of "Wuxia Sword" as it is to go to Tianshan Mountain to carve characters.

They sat silently on the boat, drenched by the wind and rain, but felt that the rain and the wind were both so rare and gentle.

But Duan Yishuang suddenly asked: "You said you were imprisoned in the forbidden area for seven years, but why didn't you appear to be in a state of distress when we first met, and there wasn't even dust on your clothes?"

He is so proactive that anyone who knows him will feel shocked.

However, Xue Lanling only raised his eyes lightly when he heard the sound, and lazily said: "I am just imprisoned, and I am still the suzerain of Feihua Sect in name. As long as I think about it, someone will be satisfied with such trivial matters."

"Although they have imprisoned you for seven full years, they still show mercy to you."

"I also showed them enough affection," Xue Lanling said, "Since they did not listen to my advice and poisoned the leader of the Wulin League, they should have expected the consequences. I am different from them and want to People talk about life and death, and death is worthwhile, so it is more worthwhile."

"They are all from the Feihua Sect, and you are the suzerain of the Feihua Sect."

"This identity may be perfect for an ambitious person, but I am a person without ambition."

Xue Lanling's voice was a little soft in the wind, as if deliberately involving the warmth of spring, with the softest force of misty rain falling.

He and Duan Yishuang leaned side by side.

The closer they get, it seems that even the heartbeats of each other can be slowly synchronized.

The boat docked quietly.

Xue Lanling turned sideways suddenly, and the golden feather tassels in her hair brushed Duan Yishuang's neck.

They stared at each other silently.

Until the shouting from the shore and the rain came from afar, the horses and chariots were mixed together, the sound of wheels resounded, and the cheers in the city gradually brightened.

Xue Lanling chuckled lightly: "Duan Daxia thinks that I am so cruel that I am extremely unsuitable to be a good man who is a chivalrous man?"

He asked so frankly that it seemed that any suspicion would be dispelled in this sentence.

Duan Yishuang didn't even move.

I don't think the distance is dangerously close, and I don't think it's ambiguous.

Duan Yishuang only answered seriously: "Shouldn't you be a good person?"

Xue Lanling laughed out loud, and the wine cup knocked on the table with a crisp sound.

"But I will be a good person," he said.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and extended his hand to Duan Yishuang.

The wind on the shore was even stronger, blowing his sleeves inlaid with gold thread like a dark cloud hiding the scorching sun.

No one will refuse a kindness that does not show malice.

Duan Yishuang didn't think she should refuse either.

His hand was cold, but when he held Duan Yishuang's hand, it seemed to be warm for a moment.

Duan Yishuang then stood up.

Someone stepped on the stern of the boat, took a look, and raised his voice to ask: "Can you two stay in the hotel? We recently held a boat lantern festival in Guangyin City. It is once a year and it is very lively. There are many tourists coming from all over. It is the most suitable Playing here, the two of you must not miss it—”

The painting boat is called Green Water Painting Boat, and it is very famous in Guangyin City.

Whether you are a scholar or a person in the rivers and lakes, you have listened to music, watched dances, drank and drunk, and dreamed once on this boat.

Duan Yishuang walked too hastily while fighting for fate, Duan Yishuang had never seen such a grand scene properly.

The river lanterns swim like a sky full of stars, the painting boat stops in the center, and the lights and festoons are connected one after another. Duan Yishuang stands in front of the railing of the painting boat, looking up at the fleeting fireworks in the sky, and occasionally drinks a glass or two of wine.

He is no longer so eager to fight for his life.

It is absolutely impossible to say that he believed in Xue Lanling's words.

But he also really started to feel tired because of those words.

When it comes to life and death, Duan Yishuang doesn't want to believe in fate, nor does she want to accept fate, but it is very difficult to find hope amid countless disappointments.

He would rather be willful this last time, than go round and round to have a big dream, only to be disappointed again.

Duan Yishuang's thinking was not unreasonable, he figured it out, and drank in a hurry.

After one or two glasses of wine were exhausted, Xue Lanling handed over a jar of wine.

The candlelight from the painting boat was warm and bright, shining on Xue Lanling's black silk and golden feathers, making people shine brightly.

Duan Yishuang actually doesn't drink very well, he's already very drunk.

But his expression still showed no flaws, and his hand holding the sword was still steady, just like before, and it was really flawless.

Xue Lanling leaned on the railing, raised his head and took a sip of wine, and said, "I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

"The internal strength you possessed when you broke the chain didn't match your age," Xue Lanling said, "You may really be such a genius who is rare in a thousand years, but I think you should have another adventure."

Duan Yishuang said, "If you think it's an adventure, then you should understand that it's my secret."

Xue Lanling said: "Of course I know it's a secret, but I don't think we need too many secrets between you and me."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Why not?"

Xue Lanling said: "Your life is in my hands, so what is your secret?"

No one can win against Xue Lanling's principles, and everyone will become the defeat of this person.

There is always such a person in the world.

As long as he wants to know the truth, the truth will be invisible.

Duan Yishuang had no way to refute, so he could only say: "I have a mentor named Xiahou Hanyun, she is the lord of Zhanyue Palace."

"When I was 17 years old, I saved her life. She taught me the martial arts of Zhan Yuegong, and then thanked her with 20 years of internal strength. So I am only 24 years old, but I have 40 years of body weight loss. The inner strength of the exercises. That's all."

Xue Lanling looked at him with a smile, and after a long silence, Fang said: "Look, this secret is not a big deal to me at all. What is the master of Zhanyue Palace, what is Xiahou Hanyun... …I’ve never heard of it, I’ve never seen it, I’ve never known it.”

Duan Yishuang didn't respond.

The music of the boat rang for a long time, and at night, when the drums rang in the third watch, it fell silent.

And Xue Lanling hadn't fallen asleep yet.

He sat in front of the window with his knees bent, the moonlight sprinkled under the propped-up window, mixed with the swaying river water, almost lighting up his eyes.

But Xue Lanling's eyes never had light, and never reflected any beautiful scenery.

Looking at the river, he saw countless floodlights, just like the beautiful roses of the Flying Flower Sect.

But this is not the desert, nor is it the Flying Flower Sect.

The place where he is now is called Central Plains, and it is a paradise that everyone yearns for.

paradise.

Xue Lanling laughed softly.

He took out the white jade flute from his waist, and blew two notes lazily. He thought it was not as loud as when he was in the forbidden area, so he stopped again.

If there is something in a person's heart, it will make him very sensible.

The more mature and rational a person is, the more things are hidden in his heart, so many that he has no time to breathe, nor is he qualified to be self-willed.

The more burdens one has, the more one desires to destroy what one is burdened with, and to destroy what one is burdened with, one wants to destroy oneself even more.

Hands are white in the dark.

Shockingly white, so white that it looks like a piece of cold jade in the rain.

Xue Lanling closed his eyes and half pillowed on the window frame.

He didn't seem to wake up, trying to fall asleep, but couldn't.

To become a truly ruthless person, it must go a long way.

Fortunately.

He had come a long way to the end and never had to be heartless again.

He is now Ruthless itself.

He has nothing to worry about, he has no way out, he can do all the things he wants to do, no longer worry about the past, and no longer look forward to the future.

——When people are in despair, the most desperate thing is not to be disappointed anymore.

Xue Lanling thought, now is the best time for him.

But it wasn't just the wind blowing in the drizzle.

He closed his eyes, and could clearly hear the sound of swords clashing from the nearby shore.

The sound was getting closer.

When Xue Lanling opened his eyes, he saw a black shadow leaping in from the window, and rolled neatly into the bottom of his bed.

There must have been a lot of people jumping on the boat. These noises, which are not very obvious during the day, disturb people's dreams at night.

Someone complained a few words, in exchange for a few apologetic laughs.There were also people shouting and cursing, which was even more disturbing at first glance.

Xue Lanling only lowered his eyes, looking at the bottom of the bed opposite him.

A hand was protruding from there.

That hand groped under the bed for a while, and slowly, the whole person crawled out from under the bed, stood up, and looked at the scene around him by the moonlight.

The eyes are exactly opposite to him.

The uninvited guest who broke into his room was so startled that he took two steps back and staggered onto the bed.

Xue Lan gave a pause.

Bai Yuxiao tapped on his palm, and he said with a half-smile, "Young lady, why should you be so alarmed? To be honest, you were the one who alarmed me. Why are you so nervous, as if I'm the flower picker."

The man hurriedly said, "I'm not a flower picker!"

Xue Lanling looked at her, and asked back: "Then you broke into my room in the middle of the night, because you were afraid that I would be sleepless, and you came here to coax me to sleep?"

The man opened his mouth and was about to speak again, but suddenly someone knocked on the locked wooden door.

She was shaken all over, and she simply huddled under the quilt, forming a hill on the bed.

Duan Yishuang's voice sounded outside the house: "It's me."

He didn't even need Xue Lanling to ask.

Entering the house, Duan Yi was dressed in white under the frosty moon, with a breezy and breezy appearance, and a young man followed behind him.

The young man brought by Duan Yishuang was only sixteen or seventeen years old. After entering the room, he looked around and wondered, "I clearly saw the girl jumping into this room, why is there no one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hill on the bed trembled, and half a human face emerged from it.

Seeing an acquaintance, the girl became emboldened and immediately rolled over and got out of bed, saying happily, "Brother, are you here to save me?"

The young man hurriedly shook his head, and pointed at Duan Yishuang who was standing beside him.

She turned her head to look, suddenly realized, and pointed to Xue Lanling behind her.

The two looked at each other, suddenly suppressed their voices, and cried out: "You two heroes, to be honest, we were chased and killed by our enemies, and we had no choice but to get under your bed!"

Duan Yishuang: ...

The author says:

Branch line opened: Lin brothers and sisters are very unlucky.

Xue Jiaozhu is born to flirt, but if there is no truth in his mouth, no one will believe it.

But Master Xue believed it very much. He is the kind of person who can tell himself the truth when he tells a lie.

But whether he believed it or not, you guessed it.

Xiao Yi is the kind of person who has a bottom line. He will not be prejudiced against Master Xue, but he will not feel pitiful for Master Xue either.

He's good, he's not the Father, but he's kind.