beg for chivalry

Yu Qiuxia walked forward with a knife.

The spruce covered with rime is like a towering and majestic city wall, a piece of whiteness, meandering to meet the bleak sky.The sound of the wind lingers hollowly, dry and cold.He staggered in the wind and snow, the snow was up to his knees, and the hem of his white coat was wet.The stone steps were covered with ice, Yu Qiuxia stumbled a few times in embarrassment, knocked his back on the edge of the stone steps, and fell miserably.

It took an unknown amount of time before Yu Qiuxia climbed up the stone steps to the cliff of Tianshan with bruises all over her body.This road is the longest one he has traveled, from the mortal world to hell.His nose that was red from the cold could not smell the smell of iron rust mixed in the howling wind, and his bloody eyes could not see the bloodstains on the ground clearly. He was like an overripe fruit bitten by moths from the inside. Let yourself become more and more withered.

The blindness eroded his eyes, and he almost couldn't see clearly. He leaned on the cold fir tree to reach the cliff like a blind man.The side of the boot suddenly bumped into something stiff, blocking the way, Yu Qiuxia raised her foot to step over, but a flash flashed before her eyes.The clarity of his eyes for a moment allowed him to see clearly the sadly displayed corpses all over the floor, including assassins dressed in black with bleeding limbs, and Tianshanmen disciples whose waists had been cut off tragically and their stomachs were broken.

Nearly all were dead, and faces he had known were now lying in pools of blood.

There was a woman waiting for him at the end of the mountain of corpses, the snow and mist were thick, Yu Qiuxia only saw a dark and hazy figure, but heard an indifferent voice that seemed to be whispering from afar.The woman was talking to him, softly and soothingly, like a nursery rhyme a mother sings to a child in her swaddling arms.

"…You came."

"Do you still remember? Yu Qiuxia, how did you and I feel like brothers and sisters ten years ago? I was young and vigorous, and I fled from the Crane Gate and went all the way north to Tianshan. You were born to be a member of the Tianshan Gate You are a thread puppet, every move is controlled by the Tianshan Gate. It’s so pitiful, you can’t leave Tianshan for the rest of your life, guarding the Yubai knife, and end up alone in this snowy field, living without any taste. I thought this was a paradise, I don't want to, but I escaped from one prison to another cage."

Yu Qiuxia didn't understand what the woman was talking about, he only knew that the woman's words were full of compassion, her eyes pierced through the white gauze, as if she was looking at another person.So Yu Qiuxia suddenly realized that she was talking about her master, his adoptive mother.

His adoptive mother was the number one swordsman in the world, and before she died, she bestowed on him all three styles of swordsmanship.The moment he took over Yubaidao six years ago, he was destined to abandon the name Wang Xiaoyuan and pick up the heavy name of Yuqiuxia.He was silent, waiting for the woman's next words.

Zuo Buzheng sighed in the wind and snow, and raised his pale neck: "You pass on your name to future generations, so that the Tianshan Gate will be lit. But I am different, I pass on my name to my disciples, in order to escape from here It's interesting to say that I was originally from the same family as you, but now we have parted ways. The name 'Incorrect' was given to me by the suzerain of the Zuo family, because the suzerain said that I was born to coincide with Gang Xing and was destined to disturb the world. Since I was born I have hated this name since I was born, as if I was born with a destiny, but I just don't believe it, and spent all my years adhering to the righteous way..." She blinked, and there seemed to be a trace of loneliness in her black pupils, "...but it all came to nothing in the end."

Yu Qiuxia took a step towards her.

"From before, you have never cared about anything. Do you remember that I used to be from the Tianshan Gate? When I was at the Tianshan Gate, do you remember my name?" Zuo Buzheng suddenly turned his face to the side and asked Dao, at this time she was looking at him with soft and nostalgic eyes, as if looking at an old friend.But Yu Qiuxia knew that she regarded herself as his adoptive mother, and she was asking someone who would never be able to answer, but fortunately the woman quickly shook her head in frustration.

Zuo Buzheng muttered. "If it is not upright, it is oblique. My original name was 'Yuxie'. But this name was returned to the Tianshan Gate when I left. Later, I wandered around the world and took over the important task of Houtianlou. Houtianlou was not created by me. But everything I do is to make Houtianlou a gathering place for wicked people in this world."

Yu Qiuxia gasped for breath, her body was on the verge of falling.Leaning his whole body on the knife in his hand, he said with difficulty: "...you know you are doing evil."

His voice was weak and hoarse from the blood, but Zuo Buzheng couldn't hear the clues.

The woman looked at Feixue and said with a smile: "Yes, I am doing evil. I know this better than anyone else in the world. Do you believe it? All people in this world are born fake, like people crowded on the stage. Hanging silk wooden figurines are always moving according to the script, and they are destined to die when they are born. I am very clear, so I can tell the way of death of everyone in the world, death of old age, disease, starvation, burning... people My whole life is really unfair. There are two biggest injustices. One is that everyone dies in his own way, and the other is that he taught me to see this kind of injustice clearly. It is ridiculous to be able to determine the life and death of people."

What she said from just now was incomprehensible.Yu Qiuxia's mind was in a daze, but she understood it vaguely.In the pain, he was like enlightenment: why the world doesn't know Zuo Buzheng's background, because she once lived in the isolated Tianshan Mountain and was a disciple of the Tianshan Gate.Just as Yi Niang passed on the name of "Yu Qiuxia" to him, Zuo Buzheng was once "Yu Xie" and passed this name on to his blind senior sister.

But what happened next was even more unpredictable.The woman claimed that she could see through the life and death of the world, and she smiled mysteriously in the snowy sky.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I told you ten years ago," Zuo Buzheng said calmly and coldly, "Yu Qiuxia, you died of illness."

There was only a blur of blood in front of her eyes, and Yu Qiuxia felt tears of blood dripping from her eyes.He frowned, turning his rusty head in a daze.Zuo Buzheng is right, the previous generation "Jade Qiuxia", his adoptive mother did die of illness.Yubai's saber technique exhausted her primordial spirit and destroyed all the muscles and bones in her body.By the end of the year, she was unable to sit up on her own, and it was even more difficult to walk around.When Wang Xiaoyuan saw her, she often had a pale smile on her face, her shrunken hands and feet were wrapped in a wide cloak, she leaned against the plum tree and watched him wield the knife over and over again weakly and quietly, with snowflakes and white plums falling all over her shoulders, Like a plain painting.

Yu Qiuxia took a deep breath, and the icy and dry wind rushed into his lungs, carrying a chill like a knife: "It's up to you to believe it or not. But I have a question, since this is the case, why do you want to do evil like this? Some people want to know their destiny, so you use this to coerce them into the Houtianlou to be your knife?"

Zuo Buzheng smiled and said, "Because this is my fate, I was born a villain. Since I am a villain, I must do what a villain should do. I have spent nearly ten years, and I am one of the top knights in the Jianghu list." Get rid of this, so that the Martial League will be in chaos. In the past, several people died at the hands of the head of the Luo family. The old man Danluo was very helpful. I originally wanted to use his poison to eliminate the national opponents. , one flavor, one taste, the strange poison has been reversed several times, I don't want that poison to fall on you."

"Now it's your turn to be the number one in the world." She turned around and said suddenly, "I'm waiting for someone to kill me and let me fall into the hell of the sword mountain. That person must be respected and loved by others. I'm quite different, I'm loved by God, and I'm an out-and-out good man."

"Yu Qiuxia, could that person be you?"

The wind blows harder and harder.Elder Nan Chi's bulky body lay on the ice like a boulder.Yu Qiuxia vaguely saw Elder Xi Xun's collapsed figure, and Yu Beixuan kneeling on the edge of the cliff, covered in blood.He didn't know what happened here, but the yaksha-like woman seemed to have severely injured several elders in an instant.She is really like a evil star, no one can be her.

"The sword of Tianshan Gate is only wielded for superb martial arts, not for killing people." Yu Qiuxia gasped. "Today is no exception."

"In these years, I have been infamous in the world, but you have maintained a pure reputation in the world. I killed your master and your fellow disciples, but I couldn't force you to do three swords? It really seems that the sword has intentions, and people are ruthless." Zuo Buzheng slightly sighed. . "Then I'll give you a reason to kill me. Look at your feet, Yu Qiuxia."

"All your classmates died tragically because of me, and the master was trampled under my feet. And you can't even think about saving lives with just two knives," she stretched out her foot to step on the neck of the collapsed Tianshanmen disciple, her eyes full of With compassion. "Look at your fellow disciple, how pitiful, as long as I step lightly, I can crush his throat bone. If you don't kill me, let me kill him, but if you rashly use your knife, he will be powerless to escape." I will surely die by your sword."

Zuo Buzheng smiled softly, "One sword is amazing, two swords hurt people, three swords kill people, and three swords are good. Whether you use the sword or not, it all depends on you. If you keep your hands, there is only one result today... You die, I live."

Yu Qiuxia stood silently, he could smell blood.The blood flowing from his body and from the bodies of his disciples intertwined into a river, and he stood in a sea of ​​blood, at a loss.

He cannot kill, this is the rule set by Yu Baidao.If you are burdened with sinful karma, your heart will definitely be shaken, and the miasma will take advantage of the gap to enter. The Jade Heart Method is such a method.Once he killed someone, he would no longer be able to use the Yubai sword technique.Didn't Zuo just want to force him to kill people and abolish Yubai Swordsman?And with his current poison-soaked body, after the third cut, he will definitely be shattered like a cloud of smoke, his soul will be damaged, and he will become a demented and half-stupid useless person.

Yu Qiuxia's heart was like a mess, his thoughts were entangled.

"Don't worry about us, just use the saber..." A disciple of Tianshanmen who was limp in a pool of blood with his hands and feet cut off raised his head with all his strength, and said hoarsely.Their voices trembled, and they were about to cry. "We don't ask you much... because we are from the same sect... Please... save the Tianshan Gate, the master of the sect..."

Yu Qiuxia stared blankly.He knew that these disciples originally came from aristocratic families, and to some extent they all had an arrogant personality.But now this group of arrogant disciples choked up and begged him to keep the Tianshan Gate, bowed their heads on the ground with their mutilated bodies, and humbly begged him to keep it here.He only felt that he came from a poor and humble background, although he guarded the jade white sword, he was often underestimated by others.

This was the first time the disciples called him "Sect Master" and sincerely bowed their heads and begged him.The joyful days of sword practice at Tianshan Gate seem to have been integrated into the flesh and blood, and they can no longer be separated.This is their home, if there is no Tianshan Gate, they will have nowhere to go.

Someone dragged half of his body and struggled to hold the sword in his hand, and said weakly: "Don't worry, sect master... We won't let you bear the crime of murder... You just use the knife..." There was a crack on the side of his body that saw the bones The wound, it is obvious that he will not live long, at this time he smiled sadly, and pressed the sword to his throat, "Only I commit suicide, there is no such thing as the sect master killing us...!"

Yu Qiuxia trembled all over.He took a step into the snow in a daze, but the blood splashed suddenly.The seriously injured disciples struggled to hold the sword in their hands, and pierced their bodies viciously with the blade.In an instant, blood and water splashed on the cliff of Tianshan Mountain, like fiery red flowers blooming all over the ground.

They were so badly injured that they could not recover.Zuo Buzheng stood among their slumped bodies, perhaps in order to attract flaws and murder fellow disciples.But now they used up their last breath to take their lives, they would rather die than let this femme fatale play tricks on them.

"Don't...you..." Yu Qiuxia said tremblingly.He looked around in panic, but his almost blind eyes couldn't see clearly the figures of his disciples raising their swords to kill themselves.His heart was inadvertently cold in the wind and snow, as if it was riddled with holes, and the wind was blowing everywhere.

"Master, you must want to get out of here, the Tianshan Gate can't keep you... Have you been loathing this place with nothing? But... help us one more time at last." The female disciple who was covered in bruises reluctantly Leaning against the spruce and standing up, a deep bloodstain was drawn on the gray-brown bark. "I stopped you twice in the Tianshan Sword Formation...you don't recognize me, but all the Tianshanmen disciples know you. You are...the only sword in the Tianshanmen."

It seemed that there was a voice shouting from the bottom of my heart.Yu Qiuxia pressed his heart, the pounding made him flustered.He knew that if he made another stab, with his current broken appearance, his life and death would probably be difficult to tell.

"I can only... use one knife." Yu Qiuxia looked at the dying disciples in a blurred vision, and said softly, feeling the pain in his heart.

"...one knife is enough. Yuwuzi thank you here, thank you for your willingness to stay at the Tianshan Gate for so many years." The female disciple smiled slightly, and pressed the blade of the sword to her throat.

"There is no chance to meet again, Sect Master."

"Goodbye, brother."

They showed sad smiles at the same time, and the smiles were condensed on the blood-stained faces forever in the next moment.The disciples of Tianshanmen who were captured by Zuo Buzheng drew their swords and killed themselves one by one.They were seriously injured, and they were destined not to escape Zuo Buzheng's clutches, so they resolutely took their own lives.All of a sudden, the wind and snow suddenly fell, blood drops fell like rain, and blood fell on the cliffs of Tianshan Mountain.

Yu Qiuxia stood there blankly for a moment, as if there was a thunderbolt of severe pain, it split the whole heart in two.Pain grew like wild vines in his heart, he stared blankly at the blurred bloodstains in the snow, and suddenly found himself trembling.But he couldn't even take a step, and his viscera were eroded one by one, and his life was like a faint light in the precarious wind and rain.

Zuo Buzheng smiled indifferently, as if he was watching the drama on the stage far away.She was watching her disciples die tragically one by one, and the Tianshan Gate turned into a hell on earth.

The north wind blows the snow, the jade dust covers the sky, and the sky and the earth are dark and chaotic.Yu Qiuxia's thin body was gradually obliterated in the wind and snow like drifting with the waves.Before he knew it, drops of liquid fell from his eyes, warm and warm, but he didn't know if it was blood or tears.

An assassin knelt down behind her, "Lord, it seems that someone on the heavenly steps cut off the back and killed the guarding fire department and gold department assassins. Maybe it's people from the Yongding gang from the north who came to the door."

"Wait a little longer." Zuo Buzheng was still calm and composed, staring at Yu Qiuxia, whose eyes were bleeding, with a sneer smile on his lips, "Even the number one in the world has fallen to such a level, what is there to fear from the Yongding Gang? "

At this moment, the screeching sound of a blade scraping its scabbard was suddenly heard.Yu Qiuxia grasped the handle of the knife and slowly drew it out of its sheath.The cold light of the Yubai knife is as if it shines through the heaven and the earth.He was shaking, his eyes were blood red, two lines of red marks hung in the corners of his eyes, and bright red blood dripped like tears.

He finally made up his mind and silently recited the jade girl's heart method.In an instant, there were no distracting thoughts in my mind, and it was empty, like a pure white snowfield.He has faintly realized that he has always been a dull person, and he has not been able to reach the figure of Yi Niang, and the sword moves have caused great damage to himself.In the past, even if he made the third knife, he deliberately held back a little strength, but every time his muscles and bones were broken, and his vitality was greatly damaged.After that, my mind was even more clouded, and I couldn't remember the past.Now he is poisoned to the bone and blood, and his body is not as good as before.But so many Tianshanmen disciples are willing to die, and he must not let them down.

With this knife swung, I am afraid that the bones and consciousness will be turned into powder.Even if he is alive, he is no different from a crazy fool.

"Goodbye, everyone," he murmured. "This is Yu Qiuxia's last knife, and the jade is broken."

In an instant, Yu Qiuxia drew out his saber, and the blade struck towards Zuo Buzheng!With this saber, it is as if the sky opened up all the orifices, and the ten thousand orifices generate wind, and all rivers and seas melt into a thunderbolt.At the same time, the skin was chapped and bleeding came out.A gust of wind blows, and the vast expanse is covered with white light, just like a thousand bamboos leaning against each other, and armor blades clanging.

This is a knife that was used with all his life. It started like wind and moved like thunder. His muscles and bones were broken, and blood mist spread all over his body.In an instant, waves of galloping waves and tigers were set off, toppled the majestic and majestic mountains, and the snow clouds rushed and spread thousands of miles.

Even though it was a saber move when the poison was exhausted, Zuo Buzheng's complexion suddenly changed, he didn't dare to face him head-on, and hurriedly backed away.But the wind of the knife was like lightning, and it swept away the Houtianlou assassin in an instant. When the blade was approaching, Yasha let out a wild howl and stretched out his hand to block it.However, the iron fingertips fell off a few fingers, and Yu Qiuxia cut off half of her palm with the knife with all her might.

"The master on the left—"

"...Back!" Zuo Buzheng clasped his wrists tightly with a pale face, but a sinister smile first appeared on his face. "The disciples of the Three Beads of the Tianshan Gate were almost wiped out. We were the ones who won. It doesn't matter if this half of our hand is left under Yuqiuxia's saber. People from the northern sect are here. Let's return it to Tongle Temple for now!"

The wind of the knife split the ice cliff, and the shattered ice fell sparsely into the deep valley filled with clouds and mist.Yu Qiuxia was bleeding instantly, and the white robe was stained with blood. He was holding the knife tightly, but his body fell suddenly like a puppet with a broken thread.

The severe pain seized all his mind in an instant.The five viscera and the six internal organs were in great pain, and the flesh and blood splattered down.He fell into the deep valley, his sanity seemed to be torn apart piece by piece.He suddenly seemed to have forgotten all the past, as if someone split his head with a knife and emptied all the past inside.

……

He lay down under the cliff.

Everywhere is hazy, like smudged ink.Snow flakes, like sand and dust, fell on him one after another.At this time, his skin was torn apart, his muscles and bones were all damaged, and he couldn't move.He looked at the sky, suddenly confused and sleepy.Because he forgot everything and slept here like a newborn baby.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there, but someone came slowly stepping on the snow and stood in front of him.He heard a weak sigh, and when he looked up with difficulty to follow the sound, he caught a glimpse of a person wearing a black silk military uniform, legged soap boots, and a Tianyu iron knife hanging on his waist.He had a headache, and vaguely remembered that a group of white-clothed disciples had been besieged ferociously by people in such attire, and he was among the besieged and killed.

The visitor is a Houtianlou assassin.He smelled the smell of blood, and when he raised his eyes, he vaguely saw blood dripping from the man's fingertips, dripping into the snow, like a few small red plum blossoms.

He lay on his back, forced an ugly smile on his face, and asked intermittently, "Are you here...to kill me?"

"No." The man replied coldly, his voice was hoarse, and his throat seemed to be scratched by gravel.He was keenly aware that there seemed to be a bit of sadness in that voice, but it was well concealed.

There is a vast expanse of white snow between the sky and the earth, and the mountains are covered with white clothes. There are only the two of them in the snow, and the sound of the wind echoes lonely.Jin Wu squatted down, raised his limp wrist, and said calmly.

"I'll... take you home."

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