Water lanterns and dreams in 1 nights

: "I've never seen it before. Internal force can only be cultivated by oneself."

Yanwu gave me a total of seven pills, he said they could help me increase my internal energy, so I listened to his words and took them.The medicine was really effective, and I never thought that there might be a secret I didn't know hidden in that little pill.The sentence Yanwu wrote in the suicide note appeared before my eyes, and he said he didn't lie to me again.I thought of the way he was hesitating to speak, and he asked me if I would remember after death, and I went back to the original joke—I asked him the most rare ingredient in the elixir.

"People's hearts." He replied at the time.

At this time, a sensational thought took root in my head, maybe the dislike of martial arts has never been more crazy and vicious than I thought.I suddenly felt uncomfortable in my stomach, and my chest seemed to be suddenly blocked. I closed my eyes, and I didn’t want to stay here for a moment, and said to Xiuwen: "You can kill me or commit suicide. , hurry up, if you can't do it, I will leave."

Xiuwen said sadly, "I never wanted to kill you."

"I do not care."

"I'm serious. To die like Wuwu, it's clear that he wants me to live his life in his name. Either kill or be killed. He deliberately wants to destroy me." Xiuwen said, "Even if he doesn't take his life If you force me, I will help him, I am not afraid of killing people. I am not a good person, but I will treat you very well. Do you remember that when there were only the two of us, we lived and celebrated together, and we were very happy?"

"Have you forgotten that I have been driving you away?" His self-deception is undoubtedly ridiculous to me. I have waited for a long time until the dust settles and an ending is worth getting free again. He pestered it.

"Warrior Yan is actually right. You are really spoiled. You wish you had someone to guide you in everything. You don't want to use your own brains. Well, now I will show you a way," I said with a sneer. Do you hate martial arts?"

"of course not!"

"Then why do you follow his way, what's 'I die and you live', if you can't live on, you can die now." I have never said such unkind words to others, but when I really said it, But I suddenly realized that some people like to scold others for their own reasons. "Why should I get involved in your inexplicable lives? I could at least avoid disaster by promoting the plot myself, but this is also a compromise. I should have understood that appeasement is of no benefit at all. I should have killed you from the beginning .”

"It's better than suffering this kind of nausea now."

Xiuwen froze in place in a daze.He has no idea what I'm talking about.certainly.None of them knew.I am the only one who knows everything and deeply hates it. I finally turned all my emotions into an understated question: "Why can't you take care of yourself and expect to get something from me? Please feel sorry for me, please I understand, if you want me to remember, you are pitiful, what has it to do with me?"

"Don't follow me anymore, unless you want to see me take my heart out in front of you."

I turned around and went down the mountain, and I didn't see Xiuwen again after that.

85. Twins 23 (final)

"Tell you a secret."

"what's up?"

In the deep and quiet black forest, Yan Wu came facing each other, put his elbow on my shoulder, and whispered to me mysteriously: "I'm not lying. The medicine I gave you is really made with people's hearts."

I was startled, and took a few steps back, trying to get rid of him.His martial-weary eyes are dark in the shadows.He stared at me and laughed until his voice was hoarse and torn, and then he burst into tears.I turned around and left, just wanting to get as far away from him as possible.I don't know the direction, lost the way, no matter where I go, there always seem to be a pair of black eyes staring persistently.The sky suddenly became gloomy and cold, and snow-white and crystal-clear debris fell from the sky, whether it was snow or frost, it splashed on the whole world.

The owl-like tweet asked in the distance: "Can you remember me in this way?"

I woke up, covering my mouth, with a nausea in my throat.

Lately, thinking about martial arts has always made me faintly nauseous.Looking back on the scene of seeing him for the last time afterwards, I feel more and more that he may have suffered from madness very early, and he usually hides it well, as if Xiuwen was the one who escaped.And the disease of martial weariness is more profound and long-lasting, and he vows to bring this pain to others in order to relieve his own pain.He is the kind of person who feels better when people live better. If he dies, he would rather turn the people around him into living ghosts.At the beginning, he suffered from hardships, lurked beside his enemies, and suffered countless humiliations and tramples. He had a deep mind, and he had long harbored jealousy towards his younger brother. He inevitably wanted to pay at least half of the suffering he had suffered to Xiuwen. Otherwise, it cannot be called the fairness he longed for.

Xiuwen is alive for the time being, but will be destroyed by him in the end, and he also revealed a disgusting secret to me, and I realized the meaning of his words, like pressing a big stone on my body.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and the sound of quiet gurgling water in my ears. I looked at the shiny black canopy, and it took me a while to realize that I was lying on a boat, and the boat was going to take me to the south of the Yangtze River.A beautiful place where flowers are blooming like brocade and fish and rice are fragrant.But I didn't get up immediately, and lay in the distance listening to the sound of the oars hitting the water from the bow. In the repetitive rhythm of Qingning, I finally forgot the unpleasantness brought by the dream.

I opened the door curtain and went out. The people on the boat were steaming the rice. The rice was almost cooked, and white steam came out from the gap in the lid of the pot. The smell spread to me, arousing the thought of hunger.After asking, I found out that Jiangnan is not far away, and it will arrive in less than two hours.

After having a meal on the boat, due to the favorable wind, the boat arrived at the ferry ahead of time. I got off the boat and stood on the ground before I felt down-to-earth and comfortable.There are people coming and going at the ferry at any time, there are constantly large ships docking or sailing, and many people carrying goods are busy between the large ships and the warehouse.Saying goodbye, crying, shouting at the flower sellers, there are so many people at the moment, the tavern owner simply opened the big wine jar at the door to attract guests.All these busy scenes seem to be no different from other places, only the Yiyi weeping willows planted in Yanbian are swaying in the wind, adding a bit of southern charm.

I didn't want to stay at such a noisy ferry, so I went out and looked for simple local restaurants in the rough alleys, but as I walked, I gradually realized that the rich and prosperous land was unusual after all, even if I searched deliberately, I didn't see Taikoo old hangout.

I walked straight forward, approaching the edge of the market, where the noise of people is far less lively than before.At this time, I saw in the clean background of the sky, taking advantage of a slanted blue lace wine cover, floating unsteadily, like a kite, I went in to eat, and still wanted a seat on the second floor.I looked out from the window, poured a glass of turbid wine into my throat to create warmth, and breathed a long sigh of relief. It seemed that the usual unhappiness dissipated in the wind in the south of the Yangtze River. The feeling of satiety I brought could not fill my thoughts, but I just felt that there was another hole in the empty heart, and the extremely cold and biting wind was poured in from outside the hole, making the environment that was already barren of grass even worse. And it's going to get worse for a long time and for no reason.

I want to make up for it, but I can't. It's unwise to always pursue what you can't get. I live stupidly, and recently I feel that I am boring.

Time passed quickly, and it was time for dinner again. This elegant and quiet place was eventually full of people, and it quickly spread to the second floor, and I was sitting in the noise again.The originally elegant men drank a few pots of cold wine, their chests burned, their clothes became disheveled, and the smell of alcohol was released, and they became loud nonsense.Whether you like it or not, sitting in a crowd will hear a lot of information that you probably don't care about.

Which rich family's daughter got married, put running water, brightly lit, and stayed up all night, spending 200 taels of silver alive; At this moment, another man interjected to say that he had heard about it. It is said that the treasure basin was as big as a human face; another person said it was as big as a washbasin; Where to start the nonsense.

And among them, I heard that there was a murderous devil in the north, who could not be distinguished by young children and old people, and killed many people.Some people spread rumors that the demon's surname seemed to be 'Chu', or 'Zhu', and some said 'Zhuo' or 'Zhao'.But I knew clearly in my heart that this was another sinister trap set by Yanwu for Xiuwen and for me, and he wanted to lure us all into his plan.The heart he gave us was a mockery and satire of Xiuwen. If he was alive, Xiuwen could still be said to have embarked on a bloodthirsty path for him, but when he died, his heart was cut out, and he died completely After all, Xiuwen took over his class at this time, without the title of "protection", no matter how many people he killed, it was his own way to survive.For one thing, that blood-red, eroded heart is an eternal reminder to me.That's right, now that he has fulfilled his wish, I really will never forget that never-before-seen, strong desire to vomit.And he turned out to be more vicious than I expected.

I remember what he said: the material of the first pill needs ten years, and it can increase the internal strength for one year; the second pill takes 20 years, and the third pill takes thirty years.From a ten-year-old child to a white-haired old man, human lives are obliterated and become a blind medicine, melting in my meridian blood. At first, it was just a short-term curiosity about the so-called internal force, but the result was not what I wanted. But I can't argue that it has nothing to do with it.

My sobriety was accompanied by drunkenness, not very drunk, and I even felt that my mind was clearer and clearer. I looked around the lively crowd, but there was no familiar face among them.People who speak the official language are not my acquaintances, and I can’t understand anyone who speaks the local language.