he doesn't use a knife

In the evening, the sky was already dark.

Duan Yishuang stood quietly at the intersection.

When Yu Qiuyi walked over, she was meeting him.

Duan Yishuang said: "I will investigate with you."

Yu Qiuyi asked: "Isn't Daxia Xue coming?"

Duan Yishuang nodded slightly.

Early autumn.

The wind is cool enough, the night is dark enough, and people coming and going walking on the long street are no longer as annoying as in summer.

There have been many rains since the beginning of autumn.

The more intense the rain, the longer it falls, the cooler this autumn night will be.

Yu Qiuyi led the way and walked ahead.

He was walking ahead, and he could see the expressions on the faces of passers-by, and the crowd when they rubbed shoulders one after another.

He also walked with determination.

He stopped suddenly on the road, forgetting where he was going.

Nor will he linger, hesitating where to go.

Yu Qiuyi is already very familiar with the streets and alleys of Fuyi City.

He hasn't been here very long.

It must have taken a lot of patience.

To know an answer, people always have to pay some price.

The price is patience.

Yu Qiuyi led the way, and he exhaled lightly.

He stopped, stood in front of a tailor's shop, turned his head and said, "This is the place where you said you were with me at the beginning. I have searched many times, but found nothing."

Duan Yishuang nodded.

Duan Yishuang walked into the tailor shop.

There are a lot of cloths hanging inside, and the table forms a square platform, on which are also cloths of different colors.

There was an old man in his sixtieth year in the tailor shop.

He hunched over on the chair, saw two people coming in, and said in a hoarse voice, "What clothes do the two guests want?"

Duan Yishuang said, "I don't make clothes."

The old man asked: "What does the guest want?"

Duan Yishuang said, "I want to ask a few questions."

The old man said: "My memory is not very good, I don't remember many things."

Duan Yishuang said: "I just want to ask how long has this tailor shop been here?"

The old man said slowly: "It has been about a hundred years since my ancestors set up this shop here and handed it over to me."

Duan Yishuang asked again: "Are there only tailors in the tailor shop?"

The old man said: "The guest's question is a bit strange."

Duan Yishuang said: "The tailor shop may not be full of tailors, just like the person sitting here may not be the owner of the tailor shop."

The old man grinned: "The guest is joking, of course this is my tailor shop."

Duan Yishuang said: "Of course you are the master here."

Yu Qiuyi listened very confusedly.

He was in a fog, not knowing what riddles they were talking about.

Yu Qiuyi said, "What exactly does this mean?"

The old man coughed lightly and stood up.

When he stood up like this, his hunched figure straightened instantly, and even his cloudy eyes became clear.

He said: "It seems that Wuxiajian recognized me."

Duan Yishuang said: "Because when I came to Fuyi City last time, this tailor's shop didn't exist yet. As for you, you are really too tall to bend down, and you just look weird."

The old man smiled and said, "I see."

Yu Qiuyi was stunned.

"Who is he? What's the matter?"

Duan Yishuang glanced at him, and said calmly: "The west wind blows up the pine forest, and sweeps up the sky for thousands of miles—"

"The bright moon is like water every day, like a piece of meditation mind."

The old man took this poem, raised his hand to take off his face, and smoothed his hair back, revealing a full forehead, sword-browed and starry face.

Yu Qiuyi said in shock: "You are 'Xifeng Xiaoshou' Shou Xuefeng!"

Shou Xuefeng said: "It seems that my name in the Jianghu is still very famous."

Duan Yishuang said: "If people who walk the rivers and lakes can't remember your name after hearing this poem, it only proves one thing."

Shou Xuefeng asked: "Prove what?"

Duan Yishuang said: "Prove that you are dead."

Shou Xuefeng laughed, and he said: "That's true, whoever has heard this poem can't remember me, but I always recite this poem every time I do things, just because I am afraid that others will not remember me, and I don't know if it is me. Good job I did."

Duan Yishuang said, "Why are you here?"

Shou Xuefeng said: "There is something to say about this matter. I was planning to steal the city lord's things in Changtian City in West Chuzhou, but suddenly I heard that the Lin brothers and sisters of the Tianyi Escort Bureau died. That's not good. I can be regarded as a friend of Wangnian, I will rush back to Tongzhou immediately, alas, it is really pitiful, deplorable, and deplorable!"

Duan Yishuang said: "So."

Shou Xuefeng said: "So after the Lin brothers and sisters are buried, I will come to Beidi."

Duan Yishuang looked at him.

Shou Xuefeng looked at him for a while with a smile on his face.

Shou Xuefeng said: "Okay, okay, it's not impossible to tell you this, after all, the Lin brothers and sisters told me that they were saved by you and someone called Lan."

Duan Yishuang said: "Xue Lanling."

"That's right! That's the name, Xue Lanling," Shou Xuefeng nodded, "But when I say this name, it doesn't sound like a wanderer."

Shou Xuefeng looked at Yu Qiuyi in a blink of an eye, and asked, "Are you Xue Lanling?"

Yu Qiuyi's back felt cold.

He hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, I am not, I am me, I dare not be Xue Lanling."

He used the word "dare not".

Shou Xuefeng raised her eyebrows and said with a grin, "Why is it 'dare not'?"

He tilted his head and asked Duan Yishuang: "Could it be that Xue Lanling has three heads and six arms, and looks ugly?"

Duan Yishuang said: "A thousand times more beautiful than you."

Shou Xuefeng let out an 'uh' and said: "That's good. Since she is beautiful, she is not as handsome as me. Well, I know that there are many handsome men in this world. Is there anyone as handsome as me, who is more handsome than me?" Impossible."

Duan Yishuang said: "There are not many people who are as narcissistic as you."

Shou Xuefeng blinked.

He was a little shocked: "Are you really Duan Yishuang?"

Duan Yishuang asked back: "Why am I not real?"

Shou Xuefeng said: "The famous Wuxia Sword is a magical figure who comes and goes without a trace. He is like a cold snow mountain. Even if you put an oil pan under him and burn it full of fire, as long as he doesn't want to, he will even There will be no breath."

Duan Yishuang said: "So Mu Chang still said that."

Shou Xuefeng laughed and said, "That's right, I think what Mu Chang said is very reasonable, but now it seems that Mu Chang still said one thing wrong."

Duan Yishuang said, "What did you say wrong?"

Shou Xuefeng stroked his chin, and said meaningfully: "He said that the snow mountain will not melt, tsk, tsk tsk, he was wrong."

Duan Yishuang rarely smiled.

He didn't answer this sentence, but only smiled very lightly.

Duan Yishuang said: "You still didn't say why you are here."

Shou Xuefeng said: "I said it, the Lin brothers and sisters are not dead, of course they will say what happened, oops, I didn't expect Wuxiajian to do such a righteous deed after being quiet for a while. I was so moved that I wanted to come to see you and say thank you on behalf of my old friend, he, after all, is the owner of the Tianyi Escort Bureau, and he cannot visit in person, so I am the only one who can come."

Duan Yishuang said: "You are here, so you are sitting here?"

Shou Xuefeng said: "This matter cannot be passed, I have already said that I am here to see you."

Duan Yishuang looked at him quietly for a while, then said calmly: "Do you think I will believe it?"

Shou Xuefeng said honestly: "No."

Duan Yishuang said, "I don't think so either."

Shou Xuefeng said: "Alright, alright, it was Lin Tianzhen who told me that that hero Xue wanted me to come here."

Duan Yishuang suddenly sighed.

He murmured: "I guessed it."

The wind was light.

The wind wafted on the street, causing pedestrians who stepped into the night to quicken their pace.

But it also made Li Xingchen, who was guarding the door, wrinkle his nose.

He is waiting.

What he waited for was not the person he most wanted to see.

He was waiting for someone he didn't want to see.

obviously.

The person he wants to meet is Duan Yishuang.

The person he didn't want to see was Xue Lanling.

He is waiting for Xue Lanling.

How can a person make a special trip to wait for someone he doesn't want to see?

This is a problem.

Li Xingchen was too lazy to think about this question.

Because that day in the cave, he had already seen Xue Lanling's methods.

If a person has the belief of going to death calmly, that's okay.

But Li Xingchen really didn't want to die.

Things have evolved to where they are today.

Li Xingchen waited with a sigh.

He waited until Xue Lanling came in the night, with black clothes and dark hair, golden feathers and tassels hanging down, mixed with the black hair, like golden light flowing, entangled and wrapped.

Xue Lanling was pale.

The face will only be whiter at night.

But that face was so beautiful that people couldn't feel his paleness, only his breathtaking beauty.

It was the first time that Li Xingchen was overwhelmed by such beauty.

Xue Lanling was different from usual.

This difference lies in the aura, in the aura, which is an invisible thing that cannot be touched or seen.

Teach Xue Lanling to just stand in front of Li Xingchen, making Li Xingchen think this is the first meeting.

Li Xingchen took a deep breath, straightened his mind, and said: "Let me tell you first, although I let you see my father, if you offend him, even if he knows that you are my 'friend', he will not let go." over you."

He bit the word "friend" very hard, as if he was afraid that Xue Lanling would not be afraid.

Xue Lanling glanced at him lightly, but didn't answer, just lifted the hem of his coat, and stepped across the threshold before him.

Li Xingchen was stunned.

He watched helplessly as Xue Lanling walked through the courtyard without any deviation, as if walking through the door of his own house, and walked through the small corridor, his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

Li Xingchen followed in a daze.

It was a strange night.

There is no moon, no stars, only a dark sky and a slight cool breeze.

If everything could be restarted overnight.

That night was the same as the night seven years ago.

The only difference is that seven years ago, he lived in a corner and watched all the powerless things happen before his eyes. In one night, he lost his relatives, his family, his friends, and everything.

It turns out that there is often a fine line between owning and losing.

It turns out that he owns it, but it doesn't mean he will never lose it.

That was the first truth that 12-year-old Xue Lanling realized in the night.

He walked down the corridor step by step.

He took down the long white jade flute.

In seven years, he is completely different from when he was 12 years old.

When he was sitting on the grand teacher's chair and raised his eyes slightly to look at Li Mingda who was sitting above him, he didn't feel angry.

Because he knows it well.

Sooner or later, he would trample this person under his feet, use the same method, teach this person to kowtow to the boundless sky and confess his sins, and then chop him off with a single blow.

Just like he took Wei Feibai's life.

The author says:

Shou Xuefeng's first appearance was in the lines of Chapter 8 of the first volume (?)

The answer is always on the surface of the mystery. Everyone should know that Wei Feibai was killed by the leader, right?

The answer was given at the end of the first volume, you all know it, you know it, you don’t know it.

The leader is playing a big chess game, which means that everything that happened is within his plan.

Except for the cold war with Xiao Yi.

Indeed, the leader thought of everything, but he didn't expect to have a cold war with Xiao Yi, he did everything, but he didn't expect to have a cold war with Xiao Yi.

Li Xingchen, the real culprit, is blue-faced and troublesome.

Guzhu: (joyed) Does that mean I can make him a medicine man?That way he won't ruin your relationship!

Li Xingchen:? ? ? ? ?