[Comprehensive martial arts] Assassin's fine points system

"Snowflakes fall, snowflakes drift, snowflakes can remember the present. The sword is rustling, the wind is rustling, and people are living in the treetops."

Some drunken eyes poured down the last jug of wine in my hand, I stepped back slightly, and behind me was the cold rock in the cave, mottled and covered with bright red...Even if I didn’t look at it, I knew it must be covered There was a layer of frost.

Just like the wind and snow in the world, it does not condense if it is said to condense... It is also like the choice of fate, not all by people's will.

Between the deprivation of life and the deprivation of life, I can no longer tell which is me. I only remember the moment when I was brought back to the "Shadow Gate". I don't know why I can turn around peacefully and leave quietly... A place where corpses were massacred.

I am 'Wangchuan', the Wangchuan of Wangchuan River.An existence that can make people 'forget' the memory of existence, and also... an assassin whose goal is to end.

From the moment I was taken from the pile of corpses, I still remember...my name was given by the person I hated the most in my life.And my appearance came from an extremely ridiculous place. —that was hell.

Yes, Wuyingmen is equal to hell in the eyes of the world, and I, who has been hailed as the most talented person in Wuyingmen for thousands of years... I don’t know that I was just dug out by a long sword from the belly of a female assassin. It was just a baby who was lucky enough to survive.

When I walked out of countless corpses, I remembered that my hands were already stained with blood, but what did it matter?My biological mother is an assassin, so if I kill people, I just inherit... what my mother didn't finish.

I still remember that when I officially became a qualified assassin, the person I hated the most later had a cold face, and slowly said to me and a few others:

"Although Assassins are born without names, their codenames are the glory that proves your existence!

Wuyingmen has always been called the Infernal Hell by the world, and now, in this generation, the heavy responsibility of guarding Hell falls to the seven of you.

However, there are seven things in hell: Wangchuan River, Bianhua, Youmingjian, Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, Ghost Gate and Sansheng Stone.Being able to use them as code names is worthy of the pride of your life! "

So, I became Wangchuan, a Wangchuan that makes people forget their memories, and after death, the past is like a dream.

Like me, there were six others.Among them was a young man who was named 'Ghost', who looked very thin.I remember him because...

Once in a 'fighting Gu', I had already completed the number of targets I wanted to kill. Coincidentally, I watched him stab the cold dagger into the body of his former companion, and then leaned over to meet the one whose pupils gradually faded. The person said with a blank face:

"You are wrong, we will never be able to go to the so-called Heavenly Palace. Since we came to this world, we have been polluted, first the body, and then the heart, which makes us farther and farther away from the Heavenly Palace, and puts us on the verge of hell , but we are happier than the pitiful souls on the Infernal Realm, because at least we are not in the real hell, and in this Shadowless Gate, the Heavenly Palace can be created by ourselves!"

Then, the red carpet was ten feet long, and it was spread out with blood. In the corpse display room, I smiled slightly, tilted my head, and put on my most elegant and gentle side:

"It's just killing people, why bother talking so much nonsense with him? This will only give some people a chance to fight back."

As expected, all I got was silence, and I went forward to stab the dead body on the ground indifferently, smiled again, and put on an extremely shy face, I murmured unconsciously:

"Do you know? Killing people actually has a fragrance. When the warm blood splatters, there is a fascinating fragrance escaping, making people almost forget about killing people, and even indulging in the beauty of red blood." In the midst of blood, killing people becomes the most beautiful enjoyment in the world."

He still didn't speak, just looked at me seemingly indifferently but full of guard, but I knew he had listened to my 'advice', which made me feel a little bored.

However, for people like us, life is actually very boring.When you are awake, you are full of pain, but when you are not in pain, you are already numb. This kind of life is like a walking corpse, tightly bound and manipulated by the word "assassin".And once they leave, all that's left is confusion——

Survival is meaningless at all.So in my eyes, there are only two kinds of people in this world: one is the dead, and the other is the living dead.

Maybe fate is really a wheel?When people are not aware of it, it will always overlap with a certain point in the past... just like my mother is an assassin, and I am also an assassin. ... Who once said that life is like a dream?For me, life is just a dream, like a repeated murder scene, when the play stops, the dream will wake up.People...and die.

However, the ending of a play may be preordained at the beginning of the play, no matter how hard you struggle in the middle, you will eventually return to the step-by-step track.So, although it was strange that I would sometimes want to protect someone, I accepted the existence of this feeling without too much hesitation.Isn't this very exciting for assassins?This made me feel for the first time...so...my heart is really still beating?

"Netherworld... Netherworld..."

While pursing my lips and talking softly, I, as always, held the 'new tea' I prepared in my hand, and handed it to You Ming who had returned from the assassination target. Even though I knew he would never really drink it, I still looked forward to it with joyful eyes:

"You Ming, this is the best delicacy in the world, don't you really want a cup?"

I used to think that this kind of life would last until my death, but unfortunately God is always fair. I didn't believe it before, but now, I firmly believe it.

I often think that maybe the Creator is a master with infinite inspiration. He uses his whimsical pen to create souls one by one, and when he is tired and tired of writing... the soul will follow. A full stop dies in all its poignant gestures.

And this black and white world may be just a story written by God, without any actual form, and there is nothing that is possible or impossible, should or should not be.

And we are all a drop in the ocean, a speck of dust in the desert...so insignificant.Probably because we are too small, God has forgotten our existence, and has even forgotten to put an end to our souls...

one game one Dream.In fact, life is like that, just like a puff of smoke, no matter how powerful a generation of heroes is, they will inevitably die in the end.No matter how shrewd and treacherous a vicious character is, there is an end full of evil.No matter what kind of life, when you are alive, you will be full of sorrow, and when you die, you will be clean, what else can you place on it?But what the assassin said is still the same.

Therefore, I have never said more than one sentence to You Ming.Since everything is in vain after all, no matter how much you fight and calculate, it is meaningless, so why not just muddle through, and just keep aloof like this, isn't it good?

It's a pity, companions or enemies, these are two worlds, but in this Shadowless Gate, it has long been blurred, some people and some things, except for certain people of the same kind who can understand, others can't get involved at all. So, when I learned that You Ming fell in love with Naihe, although I was jealous and heartbroken, I never wanted to beat the mandarin duck.

However, God made a joke with people, when someone got what I wanted, but she didn't know how to cherish it; that's why... She loves me ridiculously!

If that's all, I don't bother to argue with her, but there are some people who want to die, while doing things to seduce me, while continuing to deceive Nether with false appearances——

This kind of woman... just because of this kind of woman... but she is only ranked fifth, how dare she have the idea of ​​me and Nether at the same time? !I just don't know what it means, is there no way to find death? !So, I took advantage of her admiration, and I want to let You Ming know... This kind of woman is not worth his risking her life to leave the organization for her, as for flying away?ridiculous!

I can only sigh... If I knew that the consequence of what I did would be to lose this person forever, then I would have killed Naihe directly, instead of letting her personally destroy the relationship between her and Nether.

Only when a person really loses can he truly understand the sweetness of possession.When I say no dream, am I drunk in a dream?When everything is over, looking back, even dreaming, it is difficult to fall asleep.Losing this once made me think I was alive

I lost my heart, and returned to the cold dead silence again.

Wang Chuan... Wang Chuan, at this moment, I, Wang Chuan... finally came back again!Now, you accomplices who killed him, have you felt Wang Chuanhe's anger?I would like to flood the entire hell world with my anger!

When I returned from the bottom of the cliff, the first thing I did was to take down Naihe with one move, and personally cut her into pieces. A table of dishes is distributed to everyone for eating.

Bi'an has always been very happy about this matter, because not only does he like to eat people, but he also wishes to get rid of Naihe as soon as possible, because he has liked Huang Quan for a long time, but it is a pity that Huang Quan also has unusual feelings for that woman.

Now that I am the villain, he will be the one to benefit.In fact, I have always been very clear that Bi'an regards "crossing rivers and tearing down bridges" as his housekeeping skill.But for the first time, I didn't expect that he would dare to use his schemes on me.He is really... courageous!in this way……

Smiling slightly, what if I also kill Huang Quan and send them to reincarnate together?I will not let anyone who causes Nether to fall off a cliff, no matter... who it is!

Looking back later, before Bi An was wounded by my palm and disappeared, he once said full of resentment that I couldn't let him go, but in fact, who would let me go?After Nether died, everyone said that I was crazy, that I didn't know who I was, and that I would kill anyone I saw, but in fact, I was very rational. If an assassin couldn't be rational, how could he kill more people?

So, after taking off the mask of disguise, I have neither joy nor sadness, so I just started the repetitive action of killing and being killed with a blank face...

Because there is nothing worth having and nothing that cannot be lost.Winning is just a confession to me and the ghost, and losing is also a choice for a broken life.

The wind blows through, piercing the void of existence like a person, appearing more weightless than a falling dead leaf.

Desperate, so I won't be disappointed again. When everything becomes indifferent, what other meanings can such a life have besides the word "kill"?

Raising his hand, he threw away the already empty jug, the wind and snow outside the cave were still falling, and the drunkenness in his eyes gradually dissipated as he watched the crowds approaching and encircling them... with a sarcasm:

"Killing and killing, Wangchuan... forget the past."

Today's fight, unless the Wangchuan River dries up, there will never be peace! ——