Meng 49 sword

In the middle of the night, the sudden knock on the door seemed particularly abrupt.This seemed to be a bad signal, because walking in such a frenzied and cold night rain was unlikely to be a kind person.

"Please come in." Meng Qiqi put down her teacup without moving.

The door opened, and a man in a coir raincoat and a hat came in.The rain dripped down from his body, and the whimpering wind also took the opportunity to blow the night rain into the house, wet the cleanly cleaned ground of Dong Cai's house, and the man's gray temples.

This is an elderly man with a thin body, but his eyes are like a lonely wolf.

Meng Qiqi recognized him, he was from Sihaitang, the old man in gray robe who had fought against Shen Qingya.Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be looking for Meng Qiqi, his eyes passed him without hesitation, and then fell on the old swordsman.

Looking at each other, the man said three words in a rough and hoarse voice - I'm coming.

It was also on a rainy night, but Xiao Xiao's story was a little more bloody.

That night, in a mansion at the foot of a famous mountain, Xiao Xiao, who was dressed in filial piety, held a lantern and opened the gate. Outside the door stood a young man in black who was wet all over from the rain.He was carrying two children, a comatose teenager on his back, and a little girl by the hand.

His eyes were cold, he was silent and did not speak, his body exuded a faint smell of blood.

On the contrary, the little girl wiped the rain from her face, showed a sweet smile to Xiao Xiao, and said, "Brother, can we stay here tonight? It's raining heavily outside, we can't walk .”

Xiao Xiao refused, maybe he is also a fallen person in the world, he should lend a helping hand to them.But this mansion has become the most unsafe place in the night rain. He has dismissed all the servants, and those who want to drive him to death will come soon, and even himself will die in the night rain .

The young man didn't speak, he just put down the young man on his back silently, stuffed it into Xiao Xiao's arms without rejection, and then patted the little girl's head to show comfort.

Then he looked at Xiao Xiao and said, "You let them in, I'm outside."

Within a hundred miles, there is no second place to rest.Xiao Xiao felt sorry for the two children and hesitated in her heart. The next moment, the cold knife was placed on his neck.

The young man, namely Meng Qiqi, said coldly, "Go in, otherwise, you will die."

At that moment, Xiao Xiao's whole body was cold from head to toe, and after recovering, she could only obediently take the two children in.The little girl caught the cold, but luckily there was medicine at home. He took good care of the little girl and made ginger tea for the little girl, so that she could find some warmth in the cold winter night.

After thinking for a moment, he wanted to call the person outside the door in, but was grabbed by the little girl.He just remembered that girl with a particularly sweet smile sitting on a small bench holding ginger tea and saying, "Don't go out, you're not as good as me."

At this moment, the sound of fighting outside the house has already sounded.

Xiao Xiao's whole body was tense, and she went back to the house and took her own sword.The little girl also brought a hatchet from nowhere and put it in front of her.

"Are you going out to help?" Xiao Xiao asked out of nowhere.

The little girl shook her head and said: "Master protects us, I want to protect my junior brother. My master is very powerful, he will definitely drive away the bad guys."

Xiao Xiao: "Really?"

Qing Gu: "Of course."

Xiao Xiao's fate has been completely rewritten since that night.Before that, he was just an arty noble son, cultivating immortals?There is no fun in reciting poems.

Xiao Xiao from the past was already dead, on that rainy night.Tonight is "his" death day, so he is a little sad, after all, he was also a boy who loved to go to the upper floors and talk about his worries alone.

After finishing speaking, he pointed to Ji Yuetang's theory, and said bluntly: "Here, you should put it another way. Masters in the secular world have a different way of thinking from us monks, and they won't like your high-ranking tone of looking down on all living beings."

Ji Yuetang thought about it carefully, and asked, "Is it really that obvious?"

"It is often said in books that people should be in awe. Respect ghosts and gods, heaven and earth, and the emperor, but there is nothing in your article." Xiao Xiao turned her head and looked him in the eyes, telling him with certainty: "In In your eyes, there is no king, relative or teacher in the world."

who are you?

It was still a child, and the time passed by several breaths.

In the auspicious inn, the people who insisted on waiting and the people who finally arrived faced each other. They seemed to have countless things to say, but in the end all the complicated emotions were blocked in their eyes.

"Do you want to fight here?" the gray-robed old man asked.

"Go outside, my boss is a good guy." The old swordsman replied.

"it is good."

So a moment later, on the long street on a rainy night, the two stood facing each other.

But before making the move, the gray-robed old man couldn't help but ask, "Did you regret it all these years?"

The old swordsman asked back: "Regret, but what's the use? I opened the door and chose the former between surviving and you. I went back after that night, and everyone in the barracks dead, but I have not found your body."

After a pause, he continued, "I've been looking for you for 60 years."

"Everything you do is to survive. If that's the case, why do you still come to me?" The gray-robed old man raised his sword and pointed at the old swordsman, and said in a deep voice, "You know that I will definitely kill you. You are no longer my opponent at all. If you only come here to seek death, you might as well end it yourself. Even if you die under my sword, it will not wash away the sins you have committed."

Hearing this, Meng Qiqi couldn't stop being surprised.The grievances between these two people really exceeded his expectations - the military camp.Then these two people are very likely to be soldiers. The old swordsman once killed a group of robes because of his greed for life and fear of death, and this mysterious old man from Sihaitang is the only survivor?

This is really...

The old swordsman said again: "I know, the sins I committed are unforgivable. I have spent my whole life atoning for my sins, but it is far from enough. Unfortunately, I am old and have no time. Before I die, I just want to It's the last time I will fight with you in an upright manner. Do you still remember the night before the accident? We had an agreement..."

"Shut up!" The gray-robed old man's breath soared, and he was furious.But in that anger, in his gradually reddened eye sockets, there was infinite sadness and mourning.

He stepped forward suddenly, his unsteady breath swept away the wind and rain as he advanced, and hit the old swordsman like a horse training.But he didn't notice it. He stared at the other party with a pair of eyes, and asked: "What qualifications do you have to mention the past again? A coward, deserter, even if he is old, he is still a coward!"

The tyrannical breath knocked the old swordsman to the ground.

"Cough, cough..." He leaned on the knife and half knelt on the ground, the rainwater slid down his gray hair and the wrinkles on his face, looking extremely embarrassed.He raised his head again to look at the gray-robed old man, with a few gleams of light in his cloudy eyes, and asked, "Xiao Tang, I know you've noticed that I'm looking for you, but you won't see me, and you won't come." Kill me, do you..."

"Draw your sword." The gray-robed old man coldly interrupted him, saying: "Your appearance will only make me hate you even more."

The old swordsman trembled all over, then stood up with a wry smile.When he looked at the gray-robed old man again, he returned to his usual calm look, and said, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have said these things, and I'll annoy you again."

His voice was hoarse, old, and exuded a deep lifelessness.But in the next moment, when he drew his knife, his cloudy old eyes became full of fighting spirit again: "The only thing I can take out is my knife. Don't worry, I will do my best to bring this all to an end .”

After finishing speaking, he clenched the knife in his hand, and suddenly remembered Meng Qiqi, turned his head to look at the young man standing at the door, and said, "You are fine, but unfortunately I really don't have the qualifications to teach you. If you If you still want to learn something from me, just tell yourself - never live like me."

Don't commit a crime like me that you have to pay for in your whole life. People's life is probably just for the word "living".But what is the purpose of living?

In order to live, he gave up all his years and gave up all the people who loved him.But after he survived, he discovered that he had nothing left.

The thing more terrible than death is to live alone.

The knife came out with a sigh.

The old swordsman took the initiative to strike, stepping on the rain and slashing in the wind.Although there is no element force attached to the blade, the wind of the blade is strong and continuous.

The gray-robed old man drew his sword and stabbed, but it only took one move to break his saber's momentum.

This is a contest that has long been determined to win or lose. How can the old swordsman, an ordinary warrior, be the opponent of a monk like the old man in gray robe?

This is still the result of the gray-robed old man not doing his best.

Suddenly, Chen Boyan appeared beside Meng Qiqi, and said in a low voice, "Someone is coming, from all four directions."

Meng Qiqi narrowed her eyes slightly: "Why do you think they keep staring at me? The desire to kill me is not dead."

"It should be that the monks from Beidoumen have intervened, and the Wang family is not out of the question. They want to get rid of you, and Sun Han wants to attack Zhao Haiping, and both sides will benefit from peace." Chen Boyan said.

"It seems that they didn't suffer enough from the Immortal Kowtow Conference. In other words, I didn't have enough prestige in the Sword Pavilion of Gushan Mountain, which gave them the illusion that they could kill me." Meng Qiqi said quietly, with her back behind her. His fingers rubbed subconsciously.

At this time, the old swordsman was knocked to the ground by the old man in gray robe, his body slid out of the puddles for several steps, his clothes were cut, blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and arms.

"Cough, cough..." The old swordsman coughed a few times while clutching his chest, reached out to grab the knife that had slipped out, leaned on the knife and stood up again, and then continued to kill the old man in gray robe.

"Dang!" The swords clashed, and the two of them stopped talking, but the competition in their hands became more and more fierce.It was a completely ruthless fight, but even though the gray-robed old man didn't use his energy, the old swordsman fought very hard.

He was panting heavily, his gray hair drooped and stuck to his temples, and spots had grown on his withered hands, indicating the passing of years.

It's raining. It's still falling.

He gradually couldn't see the scenery in front of him clearly. The rain mixed with blood seeped into the cracks of the stone slabs from his feet, and the cold wind gradually took away his body temperature.

"Bang!" The old swordsman was knocked down on the door of the inn again, making a muffled sound.

Seeing his body slipping to the ground, Meng Qiqi frowned slightly, but resisted not going forward.He saw that the old swordsman was still moving, and he tightly grasped the knife in his hand, struggling to get up.

The old man in gray robe walked up to him aggressively, his back was facing Meng Qiqi, so Meng Qiqi couldn't see his expression, but could hear the strong resentment and unwillingness in his words.

"Stand up, do you think that you can redeem your sins by dying? Do you think that you can quietly settle down the families of those brothers, and that you can die with peace of mind after you have paid for them?!"

The raindrops slapped the old swordsman's face, he moved, and recalled his youth in a daze.So he stood up again, unable to hold the knife with one hand, but with two hands.

"Ahhh!" He slashed at the gray-robed old man with a firm gaze.

Get knocked down and keep getting back up.

He kept repeating this process, and it seemed that standing in front of him was no longer his brother, but his former self.Defeat him, and he will be reborn.

However, knife after knife, he kept failing and fell down.

He saw the passing of time, 60 years passed by, and his old face was reflected in the puddles on the ground.

"Stand up." The hoarse voice of the gray-robed old man continued to ring in his ears.

"Did you just give up like this?"

"Why can't you fight again?"

"Cough..." So the old swordsman got up again, shook off the blood stained on his face, forced a smile, and looked at the other party steadily.

Thousands of drops of rain, dozens of lives, and 60 years have passed between them, but at this moment, it seems that they have returned to the past.

The once like-minded comrades-in-arms, the young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, seems to be back again.

"Crack!" The old swordsman stepped heavily into the rain, raised his two-handed knife above his head, cut through the wind and rain with all his strength, and slashed forward.

The gray-robed old man also stabbed out with a sword without reservation. The moment the swords intersected, the silvery sword tip pierced the raindrops and pierced into the opponent's chest.

The blood flowed down gurglingly, and the night rain made it lose its original ostentatious color, but it did not annihilate its original temperature.

When all the dust settled, the gray-robed old man drew out his sword and stood alone in the rain, as if he had finally woken up from a dream.In the dream, there was a boy and a sea of ​​blood, but in the end, the dream still woke up.

The rain washed his eyes, and finally, he bent down to pick up the old swordsman's body, turned and left silently.

But Meng Qiqi stopped him at this moment, he stood under Chen Boyan's opened umbrella, and asked, "Excuse me, what's your name, senior?"

The old man in gray robe turned to look at him, but did not answer.

Meng Qiqi answered the question herself: "Your surname is Tang. I guess your name is Tang Cha, right?"

Tang Cha took a deep look at him: "It's me."

Meng Qiqi smiled, at this moment Chen Boyan suddenly looked up and said, "Here we are."

"It's just in time." Meng Qiqi drew out his ring sword. After watching the battle, his heart was full of sword intent, and it was a good time to kill.The old swordsman is right, you have to live in a well-organized way.

So Meng Qiqi will definitely not back down like he used to. He has all the people he cares about by his side, so he is fearless.

The next moment, the opened oil-paper umbrella was thrown high.

Attacks come from all directions.The sword comes out from under the umbrella.