Huafa Luoyang

Xun Luo leaned closer, as if he wanted to cater to her, the next moment he raised the hand that was touching down first, and a throwing knife was pressed against her throat.He then tilted his head back slightly, pulling away some distance.

"What's wrong, young man?" The beauty turned pale with shock, "Is young man going to kill my slave?"

Xun Luo raised his chin slightly, the confusion in his eyes just now disappeared.He spoke flatly and clearly: "You are beautiful, but it's a pity, I don't like you like this."

Before the beauty could react, he had already stabbed her throat with a knife.Large swaths of blood gushed out from the wound, and the beautiful limbs twitched a few times, and after a while they stopped moving.

Just now, Xun Luo wiped his lips lightly with the back of his hand even though he didn't touch it.

He stood up and saw the still warm body of the beauty rolling aside, with a dull expression, he kicked over the incense burner next to the jug.With a bang, the incense burner rolled down and hit a stone, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

It is still the dense forest, where did the lake come from, where did the beautiful corpses, strong wine and delicacies come from.

Only the incense burner on the ground was still struggling to emit curling smoke.

He knew that this obscurity was over, and that there was no danger here for the time being.

It was already late at this time, and there might be accidents if he went forward. Even if he was made of iron, he would be a little tired if he suddenly relaxed after such a fuss, not to mention that he was only a mortal body.

So he kicked the censer a little farther, walked back a few steps, and sat down against a tree.

Just now that incense did have an influence on him, but not much.He thought about it carefully, although he was more experienced in dealing with Mixiang, but the Xiang in this battle should be stronger no matter what.

After thinking about it, he thought about the cup of blood that Zhuang Jiuyao fed him, and almost immediately determined that it was his blood.

He is a doctor, maybe he has been immersed in the fragrance of herbs for many years, turning his body into a medicine jar.Thinking of it this way, Xun Luo suddenly felt tired like water flooding his throat, but it was not the physical tiredness just now.

This was extremely unimaginable for him whose emotions were suppressed very simply before.

He sighed lightly, which sounded like a sigh, and unconsciously took out the dagger from his pocket, looked at it carefully for a while, and put it away again.Rest your head against the trunk.

He didn't want to sleep at first, but just sat and waited for dawn, but somehow his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Xun Luo knew he was dreaming, he knew it, but he couldn't wake up.

In the dream, it was an old courtyard, very simple and simple, with high walls all made of blue bricks with vermilion bases on the walls.The yard was empty, only the surrounding flower beds were filled with peonies, and the flowers were in full bloom.There was a thin boy with a black iron long sword that didn't match his stature, and was practicing kung fu inside.

That was Xun Luo when he was ten years old.

When he was holding his sword and striding forward, there was a heart-piercing cry from the courtyard next door. Xun Luo was used to hearing it, so he frowned slightly, pretending that he hadn't heard it.After a long time, the voice finally gradually lowered and disappeared.

He sighed indistinctly, and Uncle Wen, who was in charge of punishment in the courtyard, came and smiled at him: "My lord, please."

This sentence is the one that Xun Luo hated the most since he was a child.

It was only after he grew up that he realized that this Uncle Wen was the head of the Azure Dragon Hall in Tianmen.Because it was Xun Luo who killed him with his own hands, and then took his place.

The petite Xun Luo's face turned pale, but fortunately he couldn't tell it was wearing a mask.

Wearing a human/skin mask every day is something the assassins in the door have to do since childhood, and they often practice it so that they will not reveal their true colors when they go out for action.It is also to show that skins are vain, all living beings are illusory, and the sect master is the only truth.

On weekdays, they all rely on body shape and voice to identify people, but these things can be changed at any time.

Xun Luo took the long sword and followed Wen Bo to the next yard to do his daily homework - to watch people being tortured.

Today's punishment is still mild, it is skinning.Stripped alive.

Xun Luo, who was tortured, didn't know him, but he somehow felt familiar.At this time, someone lifted up the clothes on the side to show him, and he recognized that it belonged to an acquaintance.It's someone he sees every day.

His body froze, and his mind went blank for an instant.

Wen Bo stretched out his hand and pushed him on the back, confirming his guess: "My lord, this is a secret work sent by the Shangzhen sect in the martial arts. It has been lurking in the door. You are usually busy, so you may not have noticed it. Sweeping in your courtyard every day. Fortunately, before any news spread, the door master rewarded you lightly, and gave you a good time after peeling the skin."

Pushed by him, Xun Luo staggered a few steps forward, and met the eyes of the man tied there.

He always called him uncle in his heart.

The uncle showed his true colors, he was very good-looking, handsome and upright, and he was stripped naked, but he didn't make people feel ugly at all.Whether he has that layer of clothing or not, there is a kind of frankness that people dare not desecrate.

This was the first time that Xun Luo saw his real face, which was very clean.

He was still in a daze, his hands clenched into fists unconsciously, pinching himself desperately with his nails.

Wen Bo waved his hand to signal the start of the punishment, and then turned towards Xun Luo, with a smile in his voice, almost gentle: "Surface is the most unreliable thing in this world, no matter how good the skin is, it will be thin if you peel it off." One layer, with oil on it, is not as thick as rice paper."

This is not the cruelest punishment that Xun Luo has seen, but it is the most desperate one he has seen.

This person is the closest person to him in the past three years, surpassing his so-called mother, and naturally even more incomparable to his father who has never met.

It was this person, this servant of the sweeper, this person who didn't even have a name in Tianmen, who once held him in his arms after waking up from a nightmare, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the baby is not afraid, Uncle Moon has come out. "

It was also this person who told him firmly when he was ignorant and crying in the middle of the night after seeing the punishment: "Crying is useless. eyes to see the world around them."

Only this person, only this person, is the only person in his life who has given warmth to his parents.

But now he is tied to the pillar, just looking at Xun Luo with calm eyes.Ten-year-old Xun Luo stood there frightened but didn't dare to show it, hoping to show some hatred or anger in his eyes, but there was nothing.

There was only pity in his eyes, and this pity, which was extremely calm, finally tore some holes in Xun Luo's body, and became the source of all his pain in the future.

The executioner's technique was very good. He drew a thin line from the shoulder blade, and the skin lifted out like the wings of a butterfly, revealing the pink flesh underneath, but there was no bleeding at all.

The uncle just kept silent, feeling his skin being pulled away from his body without saying a word, and looked at Xun Luo with his eyes that were as dark as ink.

Half of his face has been raised, and half of his real handsome face is now with bare tender flesh, and the other half is still clean skin, so the underside of one eye is red, and the underside of the other eye is white.He was indifferent, still looking at him like that.

Just look at him like that.

Xun Luo was trembling.

Finally, when the entire punishment was over, there was a red, skinless body on the pillar.Since it was flayed alive, it was naturally still alive.

Xun Luo's clenched fingers were stiff and painful. He thought that everything was about to end, and there was a bit of comfort in his heart, but he greeted a sentence: "Master of the sect is in a good mood today, let's reward this hero with a nest of snakes!" .”

With a bang, my mind exploded.Xun Luo clenched his teeth, not daring to look at the man tied to the post, his eyes were blood red.

Wen Bo stretched out his hand to pat him on the back, and he burst into a heart-piercing cough, and then suddenly vomited, terribly, as if he wanted to spit out his heart and lungs.

Blood and filth surged up from his stomach, scrambling to rush out of his throat, choking his nose and choking his tears.While coughing, he unconsciously let out a bah, spitting out two broken teeth.

Seeing this, Wen Bo clicked his tongue

"Why bother?" He pinched his chin pityingly, wiped his face with his sleeve, "It's just a dog."

After growing up, Xun Luo suspected that he was escaping.He gritted his teeth and let himself cough until he died, in order to avoid the second half of the punishment, and even more so to avoid his uncle's calm and compassionate eyes.

He succeeded.

At night, after tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, he was taken to the door master's room. The door master Tianluo was sitting on a high chair through the bead curtain, watching him kneeling on the ground with cold eyes.

When he knelt until his knees became numb, the person on the chair slowly walked down and said, "Raise your head." A very beautiful face appeared in front of him.

When Xun Luo saw it, he suddenly felt nauseated, and forcibly held back.He knew that the features on his face were almost exactly the same as the person in front of him.

Disgusting.

She pinched his still tender chin: "Did I tell you that assassins can't have superfluous emotions?"

Xun Luo nodded with difficulty, Tian Luo let go of him, and turned her fingers to caress his cheek tenderly: "Son, don't blame mother, mother is also for your own good, only in this way can life be easier."

After this soft sentence, her complexion changed, and she became ruthless again, pinching his chin again, almost crushing his little bones: "Do you understand?"

Being restrained by her, Xun Luo couldn't speak and couldn't nod, so he could only make a whining sound.Tianluo let go of him with a chuckle: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, mother is too anxious to strike hard, does it hurt?"

Xun Luo quickly shook her head, and when she got up, she shuddered severely.

Tianluo turned around, and the big red robe embroidered with squid radishes was lifted with her movements, and the golden thread on it was shaking, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

She slowly walked to the tables at the side, picked up a delicate tambourine, and then went to squat down in front of him: "Today is Qingming, mother will give you a gift."

Giving gifts during the Qingming Festival is ominous no matter how you think about it, but ten-year-old Xun Luo can only stare blankly at her.Tianluo stuffed the drum into his hands with a smile: "Mother is only a son like you. From now on, you will be the head of the Tianmen Sect. Don't let me down."

Xun Luo nodded, felt the drum surface was very smooth with his fingertips, and rubbed it twice involuntarily.Tianluo seemed very happy: "This drum head is very beautiful, right? It sounds very gentle when you knock it on, so you can knock it on, mother, and listen to it."

He did as he said, and the voice was really soft, so he forced a smile, thinking at that moment that it was the long-lost warmth from his mother.

Tianluo squinted at him for a while, then said Shi Shiran: "This is made of your uncle's skin. It took a whole face and neck. The executioner sat for six hours, and only made it." What about this drum?"

Gululu, the drum rolled from Xun Luo's hand to Tianluo's feet.Tianluo laughed out loud.That glamorous face was always facing him, but his eyes were like two pitch-black hollows, which seemed to suck his entire soul into it at any moment.

Xun Luo trembled, but still did not wake up.

The scene changed again, and it was still his small courtyard in Tianmen.Standing at the door of the room, he was thirteen years old, and he was already a well-known assassin.

It was winter at that time, and there were only dead stems of peonies in the flower bed.

Wen Bo told him that as long as he loses one more person, he will be promoted to Tianzihao assassin, becoming the youngest and most promising one in Tianzihao today.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling, but it wasn't sadness or joy.

After knowing the news, he went to find his only friend, whom they all called Ah Ba.

In Tianmen, people below the Tianzi name are not worthy of having a name.Xun Luo is the son of the head of the sect, so he was called the son since he was a child, and others can only be called by numbers.

He is counted as a peer within the fluctuation of ten years old. What Ah Ba means is that he is the eighth person among his peers to be admitted into Tianmen.

The two of them sneaked away and sat under the steps in the middle of Ah Ba Courtyard. This courtyard is much smaller and older than Xun Luo's.

Xun Luo told Uncle Wen's words, Ah Ba was very happy for him, smiled innocently, and yearned very much: "When you become a Tianzihao assassin, you will have your own name!"

Xun Luo was stunned, he wasn't sure if he wanted to have a name, but he was sure, he had no choice.So he just smiled: "Does Ah Ba really want to have a name?"

"Think about it." Ah Ba said enviously, "With a name, at least half of the people in the door dare not bully me, right? In this way, even if you are not by my side in the future, I can protect myself!"

Ah Ba became friends with Xun Luo when he was being bullied.For this matter, people in the same generation said that Ba Gou is relying on others, because the young master is the only young master.Because of this, no one in Tianmen bullied Ah Ba anymore, but no one was willing to talk to these two anymore.

Xun Luo naturally didn't care about these things, but Ah Ba always cared about it, always thinking that it was his own harm, and always thinking of repaying Xun Luo.

The friendship between the two teenagers, in the cramped and bloody Tianmen, is growing like weeds, thin and stubborn.

When the dream came here, Xun Luo struggled to wake up again, but no matter how hard he tried, it was futile.It seems that what was used for a while was not a drug, maybe it was a simple method of avoiding armor.

He didn't want to go through the past again through the dream, because he knew the final outcome.

Can't help him.

The dream continued to advance, and on the third day after secretly chatting with Ah Ba, after Xun Luo completed an assassination mission, he was finally going to face the person in the door.

Although it was not his original wish to kill his fellow disciples, this was the rule and he could not change it.He thought, as long as it wasn't Ah Ba, he could bear it.

The execution ground in the yard next door is a temporary arena, both of them are wearing masks, and the opponent is also very strong, but in fact, in a real fight, they are really not Xun Luo's opponent.

After a hard fight, Xun Luo no longer hesitates, the sooner it ends, the sooner the opponent can be relieved.The sword in his hand reached the opponent's throat. The man seemed to be afraid, and when he dodged, he let out a vague cry.

In the blink of an eye, Xun Luo turned his wrist violently, changed the direction of the sword tip, and brushed past the man's neck.

Because he could hear clearly, the voice clearly belonged to Ah Ba.

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