he doesn't use a knife

He came to Wuyun Nunnery in a sedan chair.

When he came, the autumn sun was high, and the dim sunlight fell under the tree on the courtyard wall, reflecting the little nun who was sweeping the leaves under the locust tree with red lips and white teeth, which was very delicate.

He didn't get off the sedan chair.

He suddenly frowned and looked over, the jade wrench on his thumb turned back and forth four or five times.

Then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

He got off the sedan chair and walked in, passing stone tables, rockery, dead leaves, and low walls.

Until he saw Hong Nianqiao.

Hong Nianqiao was not in the house, nor in front of the Buddha statue.

A pious person like her seldom leaves the Buddha she took care of, and the futon.

But at this moment, Hong Nianqiao is outside the house.

With her eyes closed, she stood like a magnolia plant that was about to wither, fiddled with the beads with her fingertips, and murmured in her mouth.

He said, "Second Sister."

Hong Nianqiao fiddled with the Buddha beads for a while.

She didn't open her eyes, but said indifferently: "I already know what you want to say when you come to see me."

He bowed his head and saluted, like the most knowledgeable and courteous literati: "Second Sister, Eldest Brother's whereabouts are unknown, and he reappeared in the world without knowing the volume. Now the Eight Great Schools need you to come out to preside over the overall situation, and please take over this matter."

Hong Nianqiao said: "I have no intention of getting involved in the rivers and lakes. It is my elder brother's fate to encounter this disaster. This is an ignorant book, and it is also something that is only given to those who are predestined. You don't have to come to me. In these five days In Yun'an, sincerity leads to success in everything. If the heart is not sincere, everything will not work. Instead of looking for me and begging me, you might as well worship the Buddha and ask the sky."

"But the second sister, the fourth younger brother and the fifth younger brother all think that I should come to you." He said, "The eight major sects have given up on Baiyang Villa, so how can we let go of such a peerless secret book like the incomprehensible volume? We How many things have been done for it back then! The second sister now wants to ignore everything and ask nothing, doesn't it mean that she is ignoring our friendship for many years!"

Hong Nianqiao sighed in vain: "Third brother, we paid homage to the Empress Dowager, eight of us became sworn brothers, you and I are the closest, your surname is Hong, and I am also surnamed Hong, after all the calculations, we may still be a family. But now I have nothing to worry about, I don't want to be alone in the martial arts world, and I don't want to be involved in these worldly affairs, even if I want to take care of our friendship for many years, this friendship can be repaid slowly, there is no need to rush for a while. "

Hong Yuquan said: "Second sister, you are wrong."

Hong Nianqiao said: "What did I say wrong?"

Hong Yuquan took a step forward and said deeply: "It's not that you don't want to, but you are afraid."

The hand that was lightly pressing on the Buddhist beads suddenly exerted force.

Hong Nianqiao clasped the string of Buddhist beads tightly, her throat sluggish, after a while, she said in a hoarse voice: "What am I afraid of?"

Hong Yuquan's eyes were pitch black, like a pool of death.

He took another step forward, sweeping the hem of his dark brown clothes on the bluestone slab, crushing the withered branches and leaves caught in the slate into fine powder.

"My memory is not bad. The disciple of Wuyun Temple outside looks a lot like that person."

Hong Yuquan's voice was extremely low.

If it falls in the ears, it makes people jump with fear and dare not listen carefully.

"Second sister, don't think that you are the head of Wuyun Temple, that you are a real monk. Did the second sister let go of what happened seven years ago if she wanted to? You want to forget, but we all remember it clearly If there were no second sister and elder brother, the massacre of Chongshanmen would have condemned us in words and pens, saying that we would never be reborn forever."

Hong Nianqiao suddenly opened her eyes: "Shut up!"

she shouted.

Hong Yuquan sneered and said, "Did I still need me to help the second sister remember the memories? How did you persuade Wei Feibai to hide this matter, how did you get the leader of the Wulin League to form an alliance with my eight major sects, and make Chongshan sect full of seven sects?" More than a hundred people were massacred—this kind of thing, even if I don't say it, I think the second sister will not forget it."

Hong Nianqiao was furious: "You really have no conscience! How can you say such a tragedy!"

Hong Yuquan also shouted sharply: "Don't we want to say what we have achieved?! At the beginning, the second sister and the eldest brother pushed this matter hard, but now we have to pretend that it never happened?!"

After he finished speaking, Hong Nianqiao shot immediately!

In the dusk of autumn, the lights and shadows overlapped, Hong Nianqiao's five fingers were thin and slender, but when he struck, they seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

Hong Yuquan raised his hand as a shield, and fought dozens of moves with him, sweating profusely, regardless of the outcome.

The autumn wind blows, and it is full of biting chill.

Hong Yuquan's face was pale, his eyes stared straight ahead, and he said in a low voice, "Second Sister!"

The string of beads broke at the sound, and the round beads rolled to the ground.

Hong Nianqiao subconsciously shook her fingers.

She lowered her eyes, staggered towards the main hall, and murmured: "No... I didn't do anything wrong. I repent with all my heart, admit my mistakes sincerely, and every time I kill a person, I will ring the wooden fish once... Nine hundred Next time... day and night, I will receive enlightenment from the Buddha, obtain great good fortune, receive boundless Dharma, and obtain great merit..."

One beep.

The storyteller in the restaurant eloquently said: "But you say that you don't know the book, it can be said to be the most wonderful martial art in the martial arts. Even though no one in the world has obtained it, no one has practiced it, but those who have seen the secret book , it is said that you only need to take a look at it and read a few lines, and that will benefit you a lot."

Someone laughed: "Where is there such a magical thing in this world!"

"This young master doesn't know that there is a sword maker among the magic weapons in the world. Eight out of ten blacksmiths are named Ou Yezi. These people have been the masters of these people for thousands of years, and they don't know how to read. It is Qin Xiuli, who was famous in the world 600 years ago."

The storyteller shook his fan and said leisurely: "This man in Qin Xiuli, 600 years ago, was a public enemy of martial arts. Everyone in the world knew his name and surname, and feared his martial arts. This man's martial arts are profound and unpredictable. Once a sword crossed Baixing Mountain, and only this sword taught both the righteous and the evil to be afraid of its color. For several years, everyone worked together to use the sword to fold the sword three times, but they all returned in vain. Let’s talk about the peerless secrets written by such a person , what will it look like?"

The person who just sneered was terrified: "It turns out that the owner who doesn't know the scroll is actually Qin Xiuli!"

"The public enemy of the martial arts, both good and evil want to get rid of them quickly." Xue Lanling sat on the side of the upstairs, patted the folding fan in his hand, and said slowly, "I think there is no one in this Jianghu who is more lonely than him."

The storyteller downstairs took a deep breath, and said in shock: "Although this Qin Xiuli is a public enemy of the martial arts, no one dares to make friends with him. After the second sword-folding meeting, he actually met the most special person in his life."

The voice of the storyteller was high-pitched and spread very far.

Duan Yishuang followed Xue Lanling's voice and said softly, "Lonely?"

They stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Xue Lan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she tilted her head and said, "Then he is still lonely."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Why is he lonely?"

The storyteller slapped the ruler on the table again.

The storyteller drank his saliva and continued: "The public enemy of the martial arts, Qin Xiuli, was invincible in his life. The most curious thing about him passed down to the world is that he used the second sword in the third sword-folding meeting. The mysterious figure. This mysterious figure was once the protector of Xie Caiyi, the lord of the Bishui Palace, but he took over the position of the lord during the Sword Folding Conference to attack Qin Xiuli. He just left, and instead made two swords, Zhu Yun Baixue—"

Duan Yishuang was stunned: "Zhu Yun Baixue?"

Xue Lanling said: "That's right, Zhu Yun Baixue's sword technique was once Qin Xiuli's original sword move."

The storyteller changed his words abruptly, and sighed: "Later, the world will know that this mysterious person has pursued Qin Xiuli for a long time. He tried his best, but he failed to melt the iceberg and turn the snow into water..."

Shou Xuefeng, who was sitting not far away, spat out a mouthful of tea.

Duan Yishuang said, "It's very similar to me."

Xue Lanling asked with a faint smile, "Who looks like you?"

Duan Yishuang said: "That mysterious person is very similar to me."

Xue Lanling asked: "Where is the image? Have you tried your best?"

Duan Yishuang took a breath.

Xue Lanling was playing with the ceramic wine glass, and said lazily: "If you want to say that Wuxiajian has all the skills, I don't seem to be able to taste a few yet."

Duan Yishuang frowned: "Is there something in your words?"

Xue Lanling said: "Of course I have something in my words, just like when I go to sleep at night, I have thought carefully about how to sleep."

Duan Yishuang curled her fingers, lowered her head and said, "I'm clearly saying that you are like Qin's sleeve, icebergs don't melt, and snow doesn't melt."

Xue Lanling smiled lightly: "But who in the world doesn't know my brother's temper, it's colder than an iceberg and deeper than snow."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Is that so?"

Xue Lanling stared at him for a while, then said slowly: "But it's not... no matter how cold my brother is, there are places where it's hot, but... it's really deep."

This sentence has a profound meaning, as if there are unfinished words.

Duan Yishuang listened carefully, but failed to comprehend the true meaning of it, and just said bluntly: "I don't think as deeply as you do."

Xue Lanling responded, and said: "Of course, but what I said is so deep that you don't need to think about it."

Duan Yishuang asked: "What does that mean?"

Xue Lanling said: "It has a deep meaning."

Duan Yishuang asked: "What is deep?"

Xue Lanling paused, and he replied casually: "It can hit very deeply."

Duan Yishuang was stunned for a moment.

The storyteller downstairs has already told the story to the end, and the unfinished ones will stop at the hook—"Everyone, I want to know what will happen next—let's listen to the next chapter to break it down."

There was a sudden uproar in the restaurant.

Xue Lanling spoke slowly amidst the shouting and clamoring.

He said: "People and things 600 years ago will never be the same as you and me today."

Duan Yishuang looked at him suddenly.

Xue Lanling said again: "Duan Yishuang is unique in this world, you don't need to feel that you are similar to anyone. There will be no one like you, and you will not be like other people."

Duan Yishuang asked confusedly: "So...?"

Xue Lanling said: "So, as long as you are obedient enough, after 600 years, someone will talk about you and me like this."

Duan Yishuang blinked.

He asked, "Speaking of me as a mysterious figure without a name?"

Xue Lanling shook his head and chuckled: "No, you are the great hero who defeated the leader of the Demon Cult."

The author says:

Smart readers understand the meaning of the leader, and unintelligent readers can also understand the meaning of the leader.

Everyone can understand. "trust"