[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Li Sao

Chapter 23

The days in Lanzhou were extremely long. After all, no matter how big the city was, to the two of them, it was just a three-entry courtyard with a few trees, birds, insects and flowers.But before I knew it, it seemed that the winter snow had melted and the winter jasmine was in full bloom early in the morning.

Huang Shan feels that these days are not enough, and Di Qinglin is becoming more and more peaceful in the days of being almost imprisoned, and has added two elegant hobbies, painting and gardening.He prefers large potted trees, and Huang Shan's hostility keeps him shut in the house for ten and a half months, that is, potted trees can survive. When her tenderness and sweetness return, the porch will bask in the sun for a few days, and it will be verdant again.

He paints, and he only does fine brushwork figures. It takes ten days of water grinding for one painting. The people, men, women and children in the paintings, no matter how ugly or handsome, are lifelike.When Huang Shan fell in love with him, she could look at him for a long time while leaning on his shoulder, and it was fun after a long time.If the weather is good, I am willing to move a long table under the eaves, add a copper stove, cook wine and tea, enjoy the snow, and accompany him to paint.

Now that the winter jasmine flowers are blooming, maybe the swallows will carry mud back to their nests in a few days. Di Qinglin has already completed the first painting and is still painting one in his hand.He holds the pen very steadily, and is meticulous even when it is as thin as a hair. His jade-white knuckles are clasped tightly, and he can't see the unbearable suffering caused by the pain on his master's body at all.

Huang Shan leaned on his shoulder, looked at him, and covered her bare hand.With a lift on Di Qinglin's wrist, he turned his pen, but did not move his hand away.

Looking at each other across the light, you don't need to look for people, just look at these hands and you will know what is moving.

In the painting spread out in front of the two, lay a stunning beauty in a bright red dress.This beauty's skin is like jade, her body is enchanting, her appearance has not yet been painted, but her aura has already been made.Di Qinglin saw that she was not moving any more, so he continued to add brushes to the painting.After a while, he hung his wrist to stop his pen, and stared at the painting indifferently. The facial features of the beauty in the painting were still blank, but his hands were extremely beautiful, and his fingers were as white as snow, painted with wet red Kodan.

Huang Shan smiled and asked, "I've seen this girl before, is it the one who died in your car?"

Di Qinglin gave a faint "hmm".

Huang Shan said: "Why don't you draw her face? Why don't you draw her because she is ugly?"

Di Qinglin still held the pen with his wrist hanging, but slowly put it down again: "No, her face is the most moving part, but I haven't figured out how to draw it yet."

Huang Shan tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands, and whispered in his ear: "I see. The people you draw are all the people you killed."

Di Qinglin didn't speak, but the corners of his pale lips curled slightly, and his fingertips lightly rubbed the back of her hand, and they left immediately.He thought for a while, and narrated to her in a flat but seemingly serious tone: "She was the first person I killed with my hands. Usually I would use a knife. So, she died very slowly and painfully, It’s not as serene as the previous people.” His right hand fingers moved lightly, as if reminiscing about something, “Killing people with a knife is like cutting the moon in the water, it’s a momentary intoxication, but Sisi’s death is like It seems as if the lights have been turned off, a puff of smoke gushes out suddenly, and then suddenly disappears..."

There was a hint of joy on his morbidly pale handsome face, and he continued with a sigh: "I grabbed her neck, and the wisp of smoke overflowed from my hand. I will never feel the feeling of being close to death." Forget, do you understand, Shanshan?"

Huang Shan lay on his shoulders and thought for a while, then asked seriously: "Third brother, do I look good or Sisi looks good?"

Di Qinglin's interest was not affected at all, he stared at her face, and said sincerely and lightly: "You must be beautiful when you die, and you will be unforgettable for a lifetime."

Huang Shan knew that he was a pervert with a romantic personality, so she only took it as a compliment when she heard such words. Although she could understand Di Qinglin's values, she had no interest in him.There is no philosophical reason for her to kill people, just out of hatred, and when she kills too much, she becomes numb and cold, no different from cutting vegetables and melons.

But from beginning to end, there is no joy at all.

So Huang Shan thought about it again, and finally leaned into his arms and sighed, and murmured sadly: "If the third brother only likes to see other people die, then maybe he won't like me in this life."

Di Qinglin smiled, his indifferent expression slowly fluctuated: "How could it be? How could I not like you." His voice was low, with a gentle breath, almost intoxicating.

Huang Shan was very happy when she heard this: "Then I can rest assured. After all, even if the third brother really dies, I will burn you to ashes and bring you with me."

Di Qinglin's expression still had the smile that melted away in early spring, and Huang Shan's side face was pressed against the clothes on his chest, with a brisk and paranoid voice: "You will never see anyone except me. The two of us together forever."

The next day, Huang Shan burned all his paintings and only left him a few potted plants.She didn't allow Di Qinglin to recall anything related to the past. In this square inch of the courtyard, she wanted him to spend all his mind in dealing with her and enduring the suffering.In the past, there is no past, from now on there is only Huang Shan, whether it is love or hate, there is only Huang Shan.

Di Qinglin was like a snake, doing all he could do. Not only was he not crazy, he didn't even lose his composure. Maybe he didn't even think that Di Qinglin would be so depressed and forbearing one day.After being locked in the side room in the dark for more than a month, he sat at the table and smiled when he saw Huang Shan again.

The thick wooden boards outside the doors and windows have been dismantled, and wisps of sunlight penetrated through the gauze, Di Qinglin quietly calculated in his heart, it is about May now?When he came to Lanzhou City, he fell asleep all the way, so he got off to a bad start and couldn't count the days.The Ninth Princess seems to be obsessed with cleanliness just like him. She only wears white clothes all year round, and she walks in with a very beautiful appearance. , not distracted, and readily admits this.She held a scroll obliquely in her arms, and called out happily, "Cousin, from today onwards, you will draw a small portrait of me, okay?"

Di Qinglin didn't respond to her, so he immediately painted it for her.He has been tormented by hunger for a month, but he still holds the pen steadily, tracing stroke by stroke, and he has created an ink portrait in a matter of hours.The painting is not colored, but the pen flows freely, as if it has been in my heart countless times, and the charm of the girl in the painting is deeply rooted.The girl is sitting in a pavilion, her back is facing the waterside pavilion, her body is surrounded by golden chrysanthemums in the garden, her beautiful eyes are condensed in the ink and wash, and she looks at each other across the painting.

Huang Shan tilted her head to look at the painting, her sweet smile was painted on her face like a paper face.She looked at this painting. In the painting, she met Di Qinglin at the Governor's Mansion in Huizhou. At that time, she had just come down from Dieyun Mountain. Dian looked at the cloud.

But Bai Yujing, where is he now?She came to her senses for a moment, and after looking around, she felt as if the wind was falling in the hollow of her chest, and then she felt a bloody pain, which made Huang Shan feel the pain piercing her heart, and then she felt her heart fell back into her chest again.

She let out a long and soft breath, as if she was terrified of the pain, then turned her neck and smiled at Di Qinglin: "Cousin, how did you draw about this time?"

Di Qinglin was looking at her with a very strange look, as if he had encountered something he couldn't figure out.He looked at the painting, then at her, and for a long time showed a pale smile that seemed childish, and said to her seriously: "Shanshan, you don't look right."

Huang Shan asked "Hmm", but before Di Qinglin answered, his expression froze, and he spat out a mouthful of blood calmly and silently.

……

Huang Shan almost starved Di Qinglin to death several times. This time, he vomited blood, which was a sign that the spleen and stomach had deteriorated to the extreme.

Di Qinglin knew what was going on with him in his heart, he didn't look very moved, and Huang Shan was used to not taking his illness to heart, as long as he didn't die.But she likes the feeling of taking care of him after taking care of him, so from the end of spring to the beginning of summer, she has been in charge of the work of boiling medicine.

Di Qinglin started painting again.After his martial arts were abolished, his physique was not as good as that of ordinary people, and now his face has faded, his body is desolate, his expression is flat to cruel, and he is very sick, making it difficult to look away.He started to paint Huang Shan.I draw three strokes today and two strokes tomorrow. I am not obsessed with it, but I often draw a stroke and just sit silently in front of the case for half a day.For more than a hundred days, it has been like this almost every day, but until autumn, the painting was not finished.

One afternoon, Huang Shan was sweeping yellow leaves in the courtyard. She became angry at being a fool, and suddenly threw the broom and squatted down to pick up the leaves one by one.The swallows are leaving quickly again, the medicine on the clay stove is simmering, and when the autumn wind comes, the garden is full of bitter fragrance.Huang Shan picked it up for a long time, and when she couldn't hold it on her skirt, she raised her head and looked at the old poplar tree a few steps away.

She stood up, and the fallen leaves in her arms were scattered all over the ground, laying a lifeless layer of gold around her.Flicking the hem of her skirt, she realized that the medicine might be almost dry. She couldn't help but look at Di Qinglin sitting behind the window in the east chamber through the trees and flowers, and called him softly with a smile: " Third brother."

Di Qinglin only looked at her.He didn't have any unusual expressions, but for the past hundred days, as long as he was not in a dark place, he always looked at her like this, with his eyes fixed and expressionless, as if he was looking at a dead body and at the same time love things.This gaze is not like a normal gaze, it's rather creepy, but Huang Shan doesn't care.

Wouldn't it be a good thing for her to be looked at by Di Qinglin like this?

Huang Shan asked him softly, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

The moon was very round at night, but not long after returning to the room, it started to rain.After pattering for a while, accompanied by thunder, the torrential rain poured into curtains.

In the yellow light, Huang Shan combed her hair in the room for a while, then blew out the light.The sky was dark outside the window, and she couldn't see her fingers. She looked at the bronze mirror where she couldn't see anything, and sat silently.A few feet away, Di Qinglin was quietly lying on the bed with all his clothes on, listening to the rain with his eyes open.Not long ago, he couldn't fall asleep when his surroundings were completely dark.But he didn't feel any pain, because he often had to keep his eyes open for more than [-] days.I am somewhat used to it.

His breathing was steady, his limbs were warm and supple, and he lay awake until midnight.

The torrential rain seemed to be weakening. Di Qinglin sat up silently from the bed, lifted the mattress, inserted his fingers into the finger holes he dug out a long time ago, gently lifted the bed board out of the gap, and let it fall down into the exposed pit.Still breathing steadily and softly, he got into the tunnel dug over the past year, stretched the mattress above it again in the pit, and finally covered the bed board, turned around and walked a few steps, and arrived at the tunnel the other end.

This side is the west wing of the neighbor's house.

When Di Qinglin crawled out from the bed board in the west wing, he made the bed neatly as usual.Then he slowly opened the door, picked up the oil-paper umbrella at the door, and walked into the wind and rain.But as soon as this step was taken, the door of this family creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

A thin figure in white clothes walked in with an umbrella.She walked very slowly, but within a few steps she reached the porch.A flash of lightning struck the thunder, and in the sudden white light, Huang Shan's snow-white cheeks were suddenly illuminated.She was holding an umbrella, her pale red lips curled into a slight smile, her expression seemed a little happy, not at all gloomy, and she stood in front of him with only her clothes in the wind.

Di Qinglin heard her say: "Third Brother, I admire you so much."

Huang Shan held Di Qinglin's arm and walked into the west wing of the family under an umbrella.

When she entered the room, she didn't turn on the lamp, and gently pressed him to sit by the table in the dark, and said with a smile, "I was scared to death, I almost lost my third brother." After she finished speaking, her voice became a little faint "Do you know that I'm scared?"

Di Qinglin was silent at first, and couldn't see his expression clearly in the darkness, but he suddenly laughed out loud.The laughter collapsed without success, madness, and even anger. Instead, it seemed to be a joke with a lover, and the laughter was crisp and light, like a feather exhaled.After he finished laughing, he sighed: "Don't be afraid, I'm not leaving."

Huang Shan stood holding his arm, and after a while she murmured and hugged his neck, and said softly: "Third brother is too bad." She bent her knees down and fell on his lap.There was another flash of lightning, and in the shadow of trees on the window, Huang Shan raised her plain face, a few locks of black hair soaked by wind and rain hung on her cheeks, making her skin white as snow, and her eyes as black as ink. She looked at Di Qinglin like this, with a smile on her face. A trace of a smile said: "Third brother, let me cripple your legs, and I will take care of you in the future, so you don't have to walk."

Before Di Qinglin could react to this, the light of the lightning had gone out. In the darkness, he only felt a slight chill on his ankles and knees. Huang Shan murmured softly, "Third brother's knife, my poison. Together, the feet It doesn’t hurt much if the tendons and knees are broken. I’m done, how does the third brother feel?”

Di Qinglin's legs were numb and he couldn't move at all. He sat on the chair and smiled again.After the laughter stopped, he thought for a while, and said indifferently and calmly: "My sword is given by the master. Many years ago, the world's number one swordsmith once forged a sword with a pattern like silk for Wan Junwu. The Lord Killing Sword, he didn’t want to harm anyone, so he destroyed the sword and made it into this knife. At this time last year, I used it to kill Wan Junwu in Peony Villa. Since he could really kill the Lord, probably Now it's my turn."

Huang Shan was silent for a moment, then quietly asked: "Third brother, do you hate me?"

Di Qinglin said: "How can I hate you? Since I was a child, I have dreamed that one day I can torture you and kill you with my own hands. That must be a supreme enjoyment. If I can't do it now, I lost."

Huang Shan answered softly in the dark: "Third brother, do you still want to kill me now?"

Di Qinglin said honestly, "I think so."

Huang Shan said: "Then I will fulfill you."

Di Qinglin's right hand was handed the knife as thin as paper and as clear as water.

There was a thunderclap, and the lightning struck pale.It was as bright as daylight, Di Qinglin looked down, Huang Shan was still lying in front of his knees, her snow-white skirt was splattered with blood, her black eyes and red lips smiled sweetly the moment she met his gaze, she was a little scary beautiful.

She held Di Qinglin's right hand, and slowly pushed the knife in from her heart.

Lightning struck several times, and Di Qinglin stared intently at Huang Shan's eyes. The knife had already pierced halfway through. Huang Shan opened her mouth, and blood flowed down from the corner of her lips.There was no trace of pain on her face, she just stared at Di Qinglin unblinkingly: "I also want to die slowly, do you prefer this?"

The expression on Di Qinglin's pale face changed slightly, there was a strange light in his eyes, and the veins on his hands were bulging.

Huang Shan's smile melted into her voice: "Third brother, have you seen what I look like?... Will you never be able to leave me?"

Another flash of lightning struck.

In the brilliance of that moment, Di Qinglin pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground.A mist of blood splashed out from Huang Shan's chest, as if she couldn't see it.She looked down at herself, then raised her head weakly, sighed coquettishly, and stretched out her arms to him as softly as she could with all her strength. Di Qinglin grabbed her waist and hugged her.

The light was still flickering in the intermittent thunder, Di Qinglin's hand was gently attached to her wound, blood dripped from his white jade fingertips, he seemed to be holding his breath, staring at her with an indescribable gaze. Looking at Huang Shan, she fell from her eyes to her blood-stained lips.

Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, Di Qinglin's pale lips gently fell down, rubbed and touched it lightly, not knowing whether it was an involuntary intimacy, or a desire to inhale her soul that was about to dissipate.

"Shanshan—" he finally said with a sigh.

……

The third watch seems to have passed.The rainstorm stopped.

Di Qinglin finally died in Huang Shan's hands.

In fact, there was only one old widower left in the family next door, who was killed by Di Qinglin a month ago, and his body was buried in the mud outside the courtyard.Even if Di Xiaohou has no strength to restrain a chicken, he is more than enough to kill an ordinary person.Huang Shan cut off a lock of his hair and buried it there, counting it to be buried with the old man.

The sky is getting brighter, the fallen leaves are unbearable, and the ground is wet again.

Huang Shan turned back to her three-entry mansion, first went to the east wing to water the potted tree that Di Qinglin was using as a cover, then picked up the broom and swept the atrium as usual, thinking about Bai Yujing.

Then she was going to have breakfast, and while the weather was fine, she went out to meet the big shots in the sentimental circle.