[Rat and cat derivative Gu Zhuo] The old moon is wrong

With a sound of "Zheng", the strings of the piano broke, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dancer's long skirt fell like a cloud.The dancer's figure is also curled up on the ground, like a dying goose slowly sinking in the blue sky and blue sea.Then there was a peaceful and harmonious silence.So quiet, so beautiful.A drop of teardrops flowed down from the old man's eyes like pearls, leaving a clear tear stain on his old and thin face.

One drop, two drops...

"That's how tears are." The old man murmured, "That's how tears are!"

"What does it look like?"

"Unique and perfect." The old man said: "There is absolutely no sword that is more powerful than a sword that is still in the world today!"

"Sword, is the tear mark a sword?"

"It's a sword. A perfect sword, just like the dance of Diewu."

"Why is this sword called Tears?"

"Because there are tears on the sword." The old man said: "When the sword comes out of the furnace, if there are tears on the sword, it will leave tears that will never be erased."

"Whose tear stains?"

"It belongs to Master Xiao, the one and only Master Xiao in the world."

"When the sword is first released, gods and ghosts are jealous of it. I also understand that. But I don't understand why Master Xiao himself is crying for it?"

"Because he is not only good at forging swords, but also has sword-making skills that no one can match." The old man's voice was full of sadness: "As soon as the sword was out of the furnace, he saw an irreversible ominous omen from the sword."

"What omen?"

The old man sighed a long time: "You yourself said just now that when a sword is born, gods and ghosts are taboo. Once this sword comes out of the furnace, it will carry the curse of ghosts and gods and the hostility of heaven and earth. Not only will it hurt people when it is drawn out of the sheath, but also One of the closest people around Master Xiao as a sacrificial offering."

"Master Xiao's closest person is Xiao Leixue?"

"That's right. When this sword came out, Master Xiao already saw that his only son was going to die by this sword."

"Why didn't he destroy the sword?"

"He couldn't bear it, and he didn't dare."

"This sword is his own brainchild, of course he couldn't bear to destroy it." Zhuo Donglai could also understand this point: "But I don't understand why he didn't dare to destroy it."

"Heaven's will is impermanent, and its power is unpredictable. There are many arrangements in the dark that cannot be resisted by manpower." The old man's eyes showed that indescribable fear again: "If Master Xiao destroys this sword, maybe it will be destroyed." A worse disaster has befallen his only son."

Zhuo Donglai's eyes were shining brightly: "How did Master Xiao dispose of this sword later?"

"Master Xiao has three disciples. The eldest disciple has learned his swordsmanship and traveled all over the world to use his best weapons."

"I've also heard that there is an old man sharpening a knife in the rivers and lakes. He is fierce and good with swords, and his efficacies are like gods. Master Xiao's first disciple must be him."

The old man nodded: "Master Xiao's second disciple, Shao Kongzi, acquired his sword-making skills, and later became a generation of sword masters."

"Shao Kongzi? Is that Master Shao who forged the farewell hook?"

"it's him."

The old man said: "Both of them are unborn geniuses, but Master Xiao passed on his most proud stabbing technique to the third disciple, and also passed on the traces of tears to him."

"Why pass it on to him?"

"Because this person is not only broad-minded and benevolent, but also very indifferent in nature. He has no desire for fame and fortune at all, and he never kills."

"He has mastered Master Xiao's swordsmanship, of course no one can take away the tears from his hand. Such a benevolent elder will certainly not hurt the only son of his mentor."

"Moreover, when he was 30 years old, he had already hidden in the deep mountains. He vowed that he would never step into the world of mortals again in his lifetime, and that he would be buried in the deep mountains with his tears after death."

"Which mountain is it?"

"No, no one knows."

Zhuo Donglai sighed: "Because of this, there is one less master of swordsmanship and one less sharp weapon in the Jianghu. Is this the luck of the Jianghu people? Or is it misfortune?"

"But Xiao Leixue finally survived."

Zhuo Donglai said leisurely: "No matter what, Xiao Leixue finally did not die under the tears, at least he is still alive." Although his voice was also full of sadness, his eyes were glowing with excitement.

When he raised his head again to look at the old man in the kiosk, the old man seemed to have fallen asleep.The snow was falling, the small door was ajar, Zhuo Donglai had already walked out, and Die Wu was about to close the door.As long as the door is closed, this place seems to be completely cut off from the outside world.She only hoped that no one would ever knock on the door again, and let her and the old man fend for themselves here, because she had no expectations or nostalgia for the outside world at all.

Because her heart was dead, and all that was left was a numb body and a pair of legs.Her legs are like elephant's tusk, musk's incense, and sheep's horn. They are the most precious part of her life and the root of all her misfortunes. What kind of person will she become?Will you live a happier life?Die Wu lowered her head and stood behind the small door, hoping that Zhuo Donglai would go out quickly.

Zhuo Donglai had already turned around, looked at her with a very strange look, and stared at her for a long time: "These days, how are you doing?"

"Very good." There was no emotion in Die Wu's voice, almost colder than Zhuo Donglai's.

"As long as you want, you can stay here forever, and I can guarantee that no one will disturb you."

"Thank you." There was no gratitude in Die Wu's voice.

Not caring about Die Wu's attitude, Zhuo Donglai smiled like a gentle and elegant lover, and said softly: "But I can also send you to other places, as long as I want, I can send you to other places at any time I know some people would really like me to do that."

Die Wu suddenly retreated like a frightened antelope, and retreated into a corner behind the door, shrinking into a ball.Zhuo Donglai smiled, his eyes were full of cruel light: "Of course, I won't do that, I just want you to know that you should treat me better, because you owe me something."

Die Wu raised her head and stared at him: "How do you want me to treat you? Do you want me to accompany you to bed?" Her demeanor is still as elegant as a lady, but the words she speaks are like a slut.

"You should have heard that my kung fu is unmatched by anyone. As long as a man has slept with me once, he will never forget me for the rest of his life. What does it feel like to be a man when my legs move, I'm afraid I can’t even dream of it.” She had already started to laugh, and the laughter became more and more crazy: “But I know you won’t want me, because you don’t like me, you only like one person, and you will never want me in your life. It's for him..." She didn't finish the sentence.

Zhuo Donglai suddenly squeezed her hand, and slapped her face hard with his backhand.Five blood-red finger marks immediately appeared on her pale and beautiful face, but the fear in her eyes disappeared instead, and turned into contempt and ridicule.

Zhuo Donglai twisted her hand vigorously, onto her back, causing her to shed tears in pain, and then said word by word: "You are wrong," his eyes seemed to be filled with passion because of other people's pain : "Now I want to let you know how wrong you are."

It was late at night, and there were no lights in the house, only the flame in the furnace was flickering.Die Wu was curled up naked on the soft couch covered with sables. In the flickering firelight, her legs were even more beautiful, so beautiful that one would rather go to hell for her.

Her tears stopped flowing.Compared with the insult and pain she had just suffered, the suffering she had suffered before was like a child's play.She simply couldn't imagine such a perverted beast among humans.

The door leading to the outer room was ajar, Zhuo Donglai had already gone out, Die Wu heard a young man's voice talking outside.

His voice was very low, and Die Wu vaguely heard that he was telling Zhuo Donglai that Sima Chaoqun had suddenly fallen ill, and it was very serious. He had already invited several famous doctors to see him, and they all said that he was ill due to overwork and had to rest I can only recover, so I can't see guests for the time being.

Zhuo Donglai was silent, and after a long time he asked the young man, "Is it forbidden to see guests? Or is it forbidden to see anyone?"

"It seems like no one can see."

"Can't even see me?"

"Probably so."

"That's why Madam specifically asked you to tell me not to bother him?"

"Madam just said, Mr. Zhuo, please put everything on hold for a while, and wait for the boss to recover from his illness."

"Have you seen the doctor invited by Madam?"

"I've seen both of them." The young man said the names of these two doctors, they are undoubtedly famous doctors in Chang'an.

"What did they say?" Zhuo Donglai asked again: "They all said that the boss is seriously ill this time, and if he procrastinates, it will be very dangerous?" Zhuo Dongwei was silent for a long time before he sighed: "These few days God, he shouldn't be sick, it's just a coincidence that he's sick."

"Why?" This young man was obviously Zhuo Donglai's confidant, so he dared to ask him this question.

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