beg for chivalry

He had another long dream.

In recent days, his dream has become more and more complicated, and this dream often visits after night falls and he falls into a deep sleep.Dreams are often cloudy and smoky scenes, and the years are like snowflakes passing by.It was as if someone had broken his past into pieces, so he had to put the pieces back together bit by bit amidst the eccentricities.

In the dream, he was on the cliff of Tianshan Mountain, the snow was like catkins and reed flowers, and the road ahead was obscured by the fog.On days when the wind and snow were blowing, he wrapped himself in an oil-tanned wolf fur to keep warm in the cave, flipped through the yellowed scriptures, and struggled to decipher the words on them.Yi Niang will return to the cave after the snow clears, she will place the jade white knife flat on the ground, the light of the knife is like water, washing her eyes bright.She would gently rub his head with calloused hands and lead him to read softly:

"The enemy has a spear, I should be like a stream. Feeling in the heart, it is not the first or the last...Empty hands and broad heart, hold your breath. Dao is born in Qi, and Dao is formed in God."

The woman's voice was hoarse but soft, and he stumbled to follow along, that's all, he looked up at her: "Master, what is this?"

Yu Qiuxia said softly: "It's the general outline of Tianshanmen swordsmanship. Although you practice swords with me, this general outline is connected with swords. What I read to you is the section of sword love. The sword divides power and emotion, and the sword also has reason and ambition." .”

He was very confused, and blinked his eyes and asked: "If I read it well, I will be able to learn the knife well and become a very powerful hero?"

These words caused the woman to burst into a smile, and said: "If you read it well, you may not be a hero. But if you become a hero, you must understand the meaning. Especially this Yubai sword technique is incomparable to other sword techniques , the most important thing is to keep the mind simple and avoid hatred. And the various methods are very different, and the most mysterious."

She picked up the fire stick and wrote on the ground: "For example, the first cut of this Yubai knife corresponds to the "doing nothing, hiding the gods in the gods" in "Tao Dao Hui Yuan". Mind. Taste is tasteless. Shape is hidden in shape.' That is to turn inaction into action, the opponent will attack first, take advantage of the situation, and use the same to change, so you can do 'omnipotent, everything is successful', and you can respond All moves are called 'perfect'."

"What about the second knife?" He asked curiously.

"People in the world often say: 'Two swords hurt people.' The second sword is heresy, and it violates the rules of the third chapter on the right. Not only must the sky be fixed, but also the blade must be used." The woman stroked the clear and clean blade of the Yubai sword. "Blood is bound to be seen when the knife is drawn, but there is no murderous intention in the chest. But it must not be abused, because every time you see blood, you are one step closer to exceeding the limit."

He nodded with a vague understanding.Outside the cave, the wind drove the snow, and the strong wind howled wildly, but it taught him to calm down more and more.At this time, yearning suddenly arose in his heart, and he couldn't help asking:

"Yi Niang, can I ask you something?"

Yu Qiuxia smiled and nodded: "Please tell me."

"What is the third knife? How can it be explained?" After asking this sentence, he tightly shut his mouth, his whole body trembling.Yubai's Three Swords is a secret that is not passed on by the Tianshan Gate. It is really too presumptuous for him to ask a question rashly.But he couldn't help being curious, what was the knife move called "Three Swords Killing"?

The snow spots diffused in the air, and the sky outside the grotto was white, but it seemed dark and unclear.The white grass fluttered, the flames flickered, and Yu Qiuxia's figure seemed to dissolve in the snow and mist.Her smile was pure and serene, her red lips parted slightly, and she only murmured:

"Forget about the world of mortals, and return everything to the original. The third sword is the original sword. It is easy to say to teach people the thirteen ways of nothingness, to understand the meaning of purity and widowhood, but it is difficult to achieve it. To wield this infinite It is extremely difficult for any previous Yubai sword master to make a knife with killing intent and intent."

Seeing that he was confused, she smiled and said: "However, the previous sword masters also picked out a sentence from Yingchanzi's scriptures to explain the third sword. Although the method is profound and profound, it can be summed up in a few words."

A hoarse voice hovered in the grotto, rippling on the stone wall.It fell into his ears, and then fell straight to the bottom of his heart, leaving a deep impression on his heart.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoyuan seemed to have experienced a shock that shattered his internal organs, and he lost his mind in a daze.He looked at the snow-clothed woman, only to hear her whisper:

"—I am what I am because I am not myself.*"

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Wang Xiaoyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

From outside the window, the cries of oilflies came one after another, as crisp as a bell.The sky is like a hibiscus satin, with crescent moons embroidered on it.The muffled night breeze slipped in through the window, slightly brushing the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He is lying on the rattan bed.The bed was not tightly woven, and when I turned over, it creaked and screamed.Everything here is crude, and the mountain ghost in Erengou gave him a dusty room, and he didn't care if it was clean or not, so he lay down on it and fell asleep restlessly.

After sneaking out from Tianfu, Qian Xian'er took him all the way back to Longwei Mountain, saying that by taking the opportunity of this Martial League Conference, people from Evil Man's Ditch came all the way to Sichuan from the South China Sea.Just in the past, Longwei Mountain had been assigned a villain ditch, and he was asked to hide here to rest before making plans.

Wang Xiaoyuan was tired all the way, mentally and mentally exhausted. He asked Qian Xian'er several times to inquire about the whereabouts of the Golden Crow but to no avail.He couldn't sleep well these days, and he often dreamed about his dead adoptive mother, and he had some messy dreams in the middle of the dream.

Jin Zhong'er outside the window yelled relentlessly, Wang Xiaoyuan covered his ears, wrapped himself in a thin quilt, turned over, and fell into a dream again wearily.

This time the dream was not about Yi Niang Yuqiu Xia, but a mountain like a dark green curtain standing behind the lush green fields.That is the top of the mountain, and there is a group of mountain ghosts who make a living by stealing people's money. They mixed together and named it "Huirengou".

In the dream he was kneeling in the dark night, surrounded by burning and smoking cedar bark.The mountain ghosts bent over, looked at him silently, and beat him hard with their sticks.

Flesh and bone were broken and blood spilled.The blood splashed with the sound of breaking through the air, and the soil under his body was soaked and changed color. Wang Xiaoyuan whimpered in pain and curled up his body.

"Traitors!" The mountain ghosts shouted in unison, their expressions resentful. "This little thief dared to lose our treasure and still deny us! What a beast who forgot about Ben!"

"Kill this wicked animal, and don't let him walk out of this wicked man's ditch!" The voice turned into a torrent, rumbling like thunder.Everyone looked at him with blank eyes, watching him struggling and wriggling in a pool of blood, as if looking at an ant.

He was born here, and yet taught the people here to hate rejection.His bones were broken, and his whole body was limp and paralyzed. The severe pain engulfed his mind, and his whole body was melting little by little in the scorching heat.The pain turned into a prairie fire, burning blazingly on his body.

The mountain ghosts squatted down and twisted his legs.Someone took a knife to break his tendons, someone smashed his bones with a stone, and twisted his arms.He screamed and screamed, and crawled desperately towards the gate, but he was dragged back after a while, and was beaten to death by the unkempt mountain ghosts.

The dream was too real.Wang Xiaoyuan trembled all over, and said with a crying voice: "Let me go, let me go... let me go..."

But the more he cried, the more pain he felt.It was as if he had been chewed up and devoured by the ghosts, and his body was turned into mud.

In the severe pain, he stretched out his hand to the void, but when he touched it, he suddenly felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and all the scenery seemed to be rippling and hazy like water.The pain also receded, only the scorching heat enveloping the whole body, the tongue of fire scorched the body, but gradually turned into a fiery beauty.

I don't know when I heard the sound of the hu pipa ding ding dong dong in my ears. It was as sweet as a gurgling spring. Twitch the heartstrings.As the heat became stronger, a low laugh suddenly came from his ear, the voice was hoarse but familiar:

"...I won't let you go, and I won't let you go."

Wang Xiaoyuan looked sideways, and saw Jinwu sticking to his ear, talking softly to him.

I don't know when the surrounding scene has changed, the soft curtains and red curtains are drawn down, the fluorescent lamps are extinguished one by one, and the little tunes of eighteen touches are filled in the ears.The phantom of Evil Man's Ditch disappeared suddenly, and now he seemed to have fallen between the pillows and mats, rippling like waves of water.

"I won't go." Wang Xiaoyuan stared at him blankly, muttering to himself, "Master, I'm right here."

Although this is a dream, it is somehow very real, even Jinwu's pair of bright blue eyes and slightly curled black hair pouring down on her shoulders are the same.Jin Wu still smiled at him mockingly and coldly as before, but he opened his mouth and gently put it in his ear.There was a slight pain when the canines sank into the flesh, but it brought a tingling shudder.

For a moment Wang Xiaoyuan blushed, it was not the first time he had this dream.Ever since he did that embarrassing thing with Jinwu that night, he can be said to be singing and singing in his dreams every night.In this absurd dream, there are all kinds of absurd things, sometimes it is the Golden Crow tossing and turning under him, sometimes it is he who is pressed on him and gallops, feeling like a cloud of love and rain.Every look Jin Wu gave him that night, every word he uttered, every move was clearly imprinted in his heart, gradually turning from subtle ripples into turbulent waves, stirring up his heart.

But after a moment of joy, the flowers on a moonlit night will turn into green and red again.Jin Wu's face suddenly disappeared like flowing water, and the arms around him gradually slipped down.Wang Xiaoyuan lowered his head in panic, only to see his arms and fingers were filled with running water, the water became redder, and finally spread a bloody color.

His young master's face gradually overlapped with the weak and haggard face he saw when he woke up that morning, and everything turned back to the scene of that day in an instant.Jin Wu fell into his arms, with dried blood on the corners of his mouth, his eyes drooping and drooping.The clothes on his chest were all soaked, and the strong smell of rust lingered in his nostrils.

"You failed to save me." Jin Wu raised his eyes to look at him reproachfully, his eyes were cold and indifferent.He stretched out his hand to caress Wang Xiaoyuan's cheek, but when his cold fingers touched his neck, he clenched them tightly.Wang Xiaoyuan was strangled by his neck, struggling with all his strength, and could only hiss and pant.He said cruelly, "You killed me, so I will never let you live."

The sound of the pipa stopped abruptly, leaving a lingering sound.The dream was still unfinished, the Golden Crow suddenly and forcefully pressed him to the tavern, sat on him, and firmly grabbed his neck with both hands.

There was a coldness in those emerald green eyes, the gaze was like the edge of a sword, piercing his body and mind.

Jin Wu whispered to him:

"Wang Xiaoyuan, I am your demon."

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*The dialogue between Yu Qiuxia and Wang Xiaoyuan here mostly quotes "Tao De Hui Yuan".This sentence is used, the original sentence is "Because it has no self, it can become me".Thinking about it this way, Yubai Dao Jue is more of a mind-study, and one of the sentences should be borrowed for the description of the third sword, "Forget everything, and Shinichi will last forever."

All in all, Wang Xiaoyuan's chapter is starting to be hot!The function of the old astringent batch has also been restored!Probably from now on it will be updated every other day (usually at 0:[-]), if there is no update, it will be added later~