he doesn't use a knife

They failed to leave the city in time for the fine weather.

Because Lou Que is dead.

Lou Que has died in Zhangcheng managed by Tianwenzhai, and Lianhuanxie must ask Tianwenzhai to give an explanation.

But no one knows exactly what "big event" Lou Que has done in the restaurant.

And how did that work out?

——People only know that Lou Que is dead.

How did Lou Queji die?

He was poisoned to death.

When Lian Huanxie learned of this, the Lin brothers and sisters were preparing to buy a horse and leave the city.

But Lianhuanxie learned the news too quickly.

But in just half an hour, Tianwenzhai had ordered the city to be closed.

—What an irony!

——The reason why Tianwenzhai took charge of Zhangcheng was precisely because Zhangcheng was sealed off!

And now Zhangcheng is held in Tianwenzhai's hands.

But the city is still closed!

Such a thing is so ridiculous.

But it really happened right in front of my eyes.

The Lin brothers and sisters had no choice but to go back to the inn, and passed the sudden bad news back.

Why did Lou Que die?

Lin Tianzhen only knew that they had fought Lou Que once.

Lin Tianjiao only knew that Lou Que was still alive when they left!

How did Lou Que die?

This doesn't seem to be something they should be concerned about either.

Because they have to leave, leave Zhangcheng!

No matter why Tianwenzhai and Lianhuanxie closed the city, the only result is to let them stay here!

The longer you stay, the more likely you are to be discovered.

The Lin brothers and sisters would not sigh for someone they met by chance.

If they want to survive, they must find a way to leave!

Naturally, Xue Lanling would not feel sorry for anyone.

He seems to be born with no regrets, or there are too many regrets in this life, and when they reach a peak, there will be no more regrets.

——Only Duan Yishuang.

Only a person like him would take Lou Queji's death seriously.

Duan Yishuang didn't take it seriously either.

But he knocked on Xue Lanling's door earnestly.

In the middle of the night when they can't get out of town.

There is wind and rain at night—the rain is dense, thin and light, and the wind is soft, seemingly nothing.

When Duan Yishuang knocked on the door, it became the brightest voice in the night.

But when he entered the room, he didn't ask questions directly.

He should have been a very honest man.

At least on the way of pursuing the truth and answers, he will never give up halfway, nor will he stand still.

But when he entered the room and looked at Xue Lanling under the bright lights, he couldn't ask anything.

Duan Yishuang could only sit at the table.

He put the sword on the table and made a sound.

He looked through a candle placed in the middle, to see Xue Lanling's expression, to see Xue Lanling's beautiful face.

Probably after a long time.

Because Duan Yishuang felt that the lights were getting brighter and brighter.

——Only when the night is dark, the lights will be brighter.

He figured he'd seen it long enough.

Has been able to ask some questions not so aggressive.

Duan Yishuang asked, "Why did Lou Que die?"

Xue Lanling said: "Maybe it was the enemy seeking revenge, maybe it was the victim of others... Who said that he couldn't kill himself."

Duan Yishuang said: "You know that this question is not what I asked."

Xue Lanling smiled and asked back: "Then what question do you want to ask?"

Duan Yishuang asked, "Did Lou Que be killed by you?"

Xue Lanling asked, "Why do you think so?"

Duan Yishuang said: "It's not I who think so, but you, you are the last one to leave the restaurant."

Xue Lanling said: "Then if I said that Lou Que was still alive when I left, would you believe me?"

Duan Yishuang asked instead, "Do you believe your own words?"

Xue Lanling's smile deepened, and he said slowly: "Hero Duan's words are very reasonable, indeed, if I hear other people's explanations like this, I will definitely feel that he is lying - after all, there is no such thing as such a coincidence in this world."

"But there are too many coincidences in the world," Xue Lanling said, "you said, I wanted to kill him, why didn't I choose to kill him when I left the city, when none of you knew about it, but at this time ?”

Duan Yishuang said: "You didn't kill Lou Que?"

Xue Lanling asked, "Why should I kill him?"

Duan Yishuang paused: "This is exactly what I don't understand."

Xue Lanling said: "I don't understand, why do you think I killed it?"

Duan Yishuang said: "Is it really not your fault?"

Xue Lanling leaned over the wooden table, and Bai Yuxiao pressed against his lips, feeling a little cool.

Xue Lanling smiled and said, "I will be sad if you question me like this for the sake of outsiders."

Duan Yishuang's eyes moved slightly, he stepped back and turned his head to avoid the somewhat cold jade flute.

"I just want the truth," he said.

Xue Lanling said: "But you and him have never met before, this is just meeting."

Duan Yishuang said: "Whether it's the first time or not, as long as I see it, I will want to know the truth."

"Do you want the truth about everything?"

"At least for now."

"That hero has traveled the rivers and lakes for so many years, has there ever been a time when he didn't know the truth?"

Duan Yishuang lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he said: "There is one thing, I still don't know why."

Xue Lanling had already taken back Bai Yuxiao, and asked, "What is that?"

Duan Yishuang said: "Why did I get poisoned, who did it, and why."

Xue Lanling said: "This is also a question I don't know."

Duan Yishuang said, "You also want to know?"

Xue Lanling said: "Because I don't understand why someone would poison someone like you."

Duan Yishuang said, "A person like me?"

Xue Lanling nodded and said, "A person like you."

Duan Yishuang suddenly smiled lightly.

He smiled lightly and said softly, "What kind of person am I?"

At night, the watch drum beat three times, and the sound of rain gradually subsided.

Duan Yishuang's laughter seemed to fade away with the sound of the rain.

But his words fell down, as if they were light and heavy.

Xue Lanling said: "A kind person."

Duan Yishuang said: "Almost everyone says that about me."

Xue Lanling said again: "An honest person."

Duan Yishuang said: "They also evaluate me in the same way."

Xue Lanling then asked: "What does that hero want to hear from me?"

Duan Yishuang looked back at him, and asked back, "Why does Master Xue insist on being different from others?"

Xue Lanling said: "Because I am not someone else."

Duan Yishuang said: "But Master Xue doesn't understand me."

Xue Lanling said: "There is no one in this world who can understand it as soon as they meet."

Duan Yishuang said: "And in this world, as long as you don't meet, you will understand the truth."

It seems that their confrontation and temptation should stop here.

Stop when neither approaches nor backs down from each other.

There really is no such reason in the world.

Neither of them can say that they know each other very well. This is not because they are not sincere, but how difficult it is to understand.

——Where is the difficulty?

— Difficulty in my heart!

If the heart is unwilling to read, then no matter what the other party says or does, they will not understand!

Only when the heart sees the sincerity can it be understood!

But both of them are like heartless people.

— Where is the heart?

——My heart may be dead, or it may be alive, or it may be covered with dust, or it may be hiding in a corner with high stone walls.

It is hard to find, it is not easy to see.

How many languages ​​in the world talk about "people's hearts are unpredictable".

Maybe looking at flowers through the fog is like looking at a beauty through a lamp.

They looked at each other, but they couldn't see what was under the other's gorgeous skin.

Is it a bottomless abyss, or a secluded and dead pool?

— or nothing at all!

But how many things in this world are untouchable and incomplete!

So Xue Lanling didn't let the confrontation stop!

—He was not silent.

—he was even laughing.

The skin fell into the lamp, as if it had been dyed with a layer of glow and gilded with a layer of gold.

He is laughing.

The golden feathers on his black hair, the tear moles under his eyes, and every inch of his fair skin are smiling!

He said to Duan Yishuang: "But I will definitely understand you."

It's not that he wants, he wants, or he can.

But he will!

You must understand a person. This sounds arrogant and crazy.

But any words uttered from Xue Lanling's mouth will make people feel reasonable.

He seems to be born with such charm.

Even if one has doubts about every word and every sentence of his, it is urgent and involuntary—believing deeply.

Duan Yishuang reached out and picked out the wick with bamboo tweezers to make it brighter.

An almost dead night.

A man who is silent for a while.

Duan Yishuang didn't speak for a long time.

Does he want to say something, he thought to himself.Thinking of the end, I found myself speechless.

It seemed that just now what he thought was over started again, so he easily kneaded his thoughts into a ball.

Even I don't know how to deal with it.

After a long time, Xue Lanling suddenly asked, "Want to listen to a song?"

Duan Yishuang failed to answer.

Because Xue Lanling seldom really needs him to answer.

This person is best at using questions to remind others, rather than using questions to find answers.

Xue Lanling blew the white jade flute lightly.

It rained at night, but not the slightest sound of rain entered the room.

There is also a slight spring breeze at night, but the spring breeze is slow, and the candlelight can only be flickered.

The sound of the flute is very cold.

It was as cold as frost, as cold as snow, and the cold feeling penetrated into the heart and lungs, and the limbs and bones seemed to freeze.

The sound of the flute is also a bit bitter.

——Why is there frost?Why does the world produce snow?

——Because of the endless wind, a heavy snowfall flying all over the sky.

Where does snow come from?Where did it fall?

It has been snowing for a long time.

When the sound of the flute stopped, the flying feathers disappeared without a trace.

The snow stopped.

Duan Yishuang said: "I thought it was another weapon of yours."

Xue Lanling said: "I didn't say it wasn't."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Weapons can also be used to play music?"

Xue Lanling said: "Maybe I play it, it is exactly the way I make moves."

Duan Yishuang said: "Then did you make a move just now?"

Xue Lanling raised his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

Xue Lanling asked: "Then did you fall into the trap?"

Duan Yishuang was startled.

The hand that was as white as jade reached out.

Xue Lanling brought Bai Yuxiao to Duan Yishuang, and said, "Can you play?"

Duan Yishuang said, "Why do you ask me?"

Xue Lanling said: "I think you will, you understand."

Duan Yishuang asked: "Did I say that I understood?"

Xue Lanling had a gentle smile on his face, and through the lamplight, there seemed to be a little warmth in his eyes.

—“I guess.” He said so.

Bai Yuxiao was finally placed in Duan Yishuang's palm by him.

He raised his head slightly, with a boyish arrogance: "You can blow it."

He spoke like this, as if Duan Yishuang was sitting here just to play music for him.

Duan Yishuang did not refuse either.

Xiao Sheng is not cold.

It doesn't seem to be freezing cold just now, nor does it see snow falling.

The sound of the flute is like a small boat sailing on a rippling lake.

There was no one on board, but it was blown far, far away by the wind.

As far as the green hills, there is fog on the lake, and half a round of rising sun jumps out from the lake.

Light wind and water.

When the sound of the flute stopped, Xue Lanling said suddenly: "There is a question, I just remembered it."

Duan Yishuang was holding Bai Yuxiao, her fingertips were also turning white.

Duan Yishuang asked: "What's the problem?"

Xue Lanling's eyes fell on his hands, his fingertips.

Xue Lanling said: "...just now, I played this flute first."

Duan Yishuang was stunned for a moment, then looked down as if thinking of something.

The tips of his ears turned red, and a blush spread all over his face and spread into the skirt of his clothes.

The author says:

Hierarch, he is very good at it.

Xiao Yi, he is so pure.

Who is the 19-year-old among you!