beg for chivalry

([-]) Boundless kindness

There was a person lying in the dark and deep cave.

A person is lying down, but his ears are upright, no matter what kind of movement is heard, he can hear it.The wind and snowstorm outside the cave, the white bird of prey howling in the sky, the noise has been non-stop for the past few years - but now it is a little different, there are footsteps gradually coming from outside the cave.

This is impossible.The ravine is extremely deep, and the outer wall is as steep and steep as if cut by a knife and an axe. There are raptors inhabiting and circling here. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to reach here.It can be seen from this that the visitor is by no means an ordinary person.

"Who is coming...?"

The lying man spoke, his throat quivering in an old voice.The old man has spent countless years here, as long as the snow mountain has merged with him.Although the voice is old, its momentum has not diminished at all, and the rhyme contains a bit of the soul of a tiger and wolf.

Ordinary people will tremble three times when they walk when they are forced by this courage.But the person who came walked steadily and lightly, and his figure was not messed up at all, and he walked into the cave covered in wind and snow in a short while.

With the bright moonlight outside the cave, the face of the visitor is fully exposed in front of people.Under Luoxue's pitch-black short hood, her green face had splayed fangs, her red hair and blue eyes, and her appearance was extremely ferocious, exactly the face of a Rakshasa!

Seeing this, the lying old man closed his eyes and sneered, without even a trace of panic.

"Who I thought it was, turned out to be just a man-eating ghost."

The black-clothed Rakshasa was silent, and took another two steps closer.There was a long knife hanging from his waist, his whole body was pitch black, and his murderous aura suddenly appeared when he was not out of the sheath.

Evil ghosts do not count as humans, so they cannot communicate with each other by virtue of human words.But maybe it's because I haven't talked with the humanoid thing for a long time and my heart is lonely, the old man said again.

"You are an assassin sent by Houtianlou."

Seeing the black-clothed Rakshasa's pace unconsciously paused for half a minute, as if retreating due to surprise, the old man said. "How surprised! Although I have been in this ice cave for a long time, I also know some rumors in the world today. You are from the British clan, and you are not willing to be taken back by the military department of the dynasty. Noma reveals the pole. It's good now, people's hearts have been scattered, and there are only evil ghosts like you left to do evil things!"

He sounded angry, and his body became more and more straight. "Since you want to take my life, you must have sharpened your sharp knife. If you want to take my head, do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

There was a sound buzzing from behind the hideous ghost's face.The old man couldn't help but be surprised: the voice of this black-clothed Rakshasa was clear, it was the voice of a young man. "But there is an order from the Lord of Heaven: Anyone with a knife will be killed without mercy."

"Why did you issue this order? It's such a bold statement to kill all the people with swords in the world!" The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Of course it's the simplest truth." The black-clothed Raksha said in a flat tone, "Kill all the swordsmen, and the sword of Houtianlou and the sword technique used will become the best in the world."

These words were so ridiculous that the old man who had always spoken and acted solemnly stared at him, and let out a gossamer-like laugh from his throat.

"Heretic theory! Killing people can kill people's lives, but the sword and iron are still there. As long as there is a sword, there will always be people who carry it and use it at any time. So what is the point of what you are doing?"

Just like the tide, even if the front tide breaks on the reef, the back wave will follow.The same is true for swordsmen, even if all the swordsmen in this world are killed, there will still be heroes in future generations.

"This is not a useless move." The black-clothed Raksha shook his head. "If you kill one person, ten people will not dare to hold a knife. If you kill ten people, there will be a hundred people who will not approach the weapon of iron. If you want to take the lives of swordsmen one by one, the process is too long. If you look at it separately: it is true For those who are powerful, take their lives; for the rest, kill them to make an example of them, and destroy their souls."

Although he talked a lot, but there was no emotion in one sentence, like a cold and hard wooden man.The old man couldn't help but want to take off the blue-faced fangs mask and take a look to see if there is really a living person behind it?

He looked intently at the black-clothed Rakshasa again.During the question and answer just now, he had faintly noticed that this person was still young, and he couldn't help but lamented Hou Tianlou's cruelty.It is rumored that this group of men in black burned, killed, looted, committed violence, and took infant children back to the building to teach killing skills since they were young. Perhaps this is how the black-clothed Rakshasa was brought up in the bloody storm. concept of good and evil.

The boy wearing a Rakshasa mask walked up to him and stood still.The old man knew that he was looking at himself, or thinking about how to make a quick shot, killing him with one blow, or waiting for himself to say his last words.In short, the black-clothed Raksha stood silently for a long time without saying a word, and finally stretched out his hand to the knife at his waist.

The old man seemed to be calm and composed, but his eyes had already spotted the action of the man in black like a falcon in the sky.As soon as the knife was out of its sheath, he used his unique skill to make the opponent's soul return to the west.

It's a pity that his calculation seems to have come to nothing.

I saw Raksha in black loosen the waist rope that tied the knife, took off the knife and put it on the ground.Just when the old man was puzzled, the man sat cross-legged on the ground while supporting the knife.

"It's true that Lord Houtian has an order, and it's true that he wants to kill the swordsman, but..." the black-clothed Rakshasa said. "...I didn't come here today to take your life."

"Don't take my life?" The old man repeated.

"Exactly. Because I think what the landlord thinks is all fallacy."

Hearing his words, the old man couldn't help but look at him in surprise.According to the old man's knowledge, the people in Houtianlou are cold-blooded and ruthless, and they bow their heads and ears to the words of the landlord. At this time, this young man with a Rakshasa face has such a rebellious view of him. It is really a strange thing. "You say... is a fallacy?"

Rakshasa in black said. "Killing is not a good thing, I think so, not to mention that I don't want to follow her orders."

The old man stretched his muscles and bones, and slowly stood up from the shadows.As soon as he moved, dust and mud fell off his body, which showed that the old man had been lying here for a long time.When he stood up, his strong and sturdy body stretched out through the ragged clothes, and his two arms, bulging like boulders and covered with mottled scars, also moved.The old man lowered his head and glanced at the black-clothed Rakshasa sitting on the ground, then lingered for a moment on the long knife leaning on the ground, and said.

"I didn't expect you, a sprite who eats human flesh, to be able to tell the difference between good and evil. Although you didn't take my life, but you have a lot of hostility around you, you must have killed a lot of people."

There seemed to be no breath behind the blue-faced and long-toothed mask. This person had no desire to refute, nor could he explain himself.I'm afraid that even if this Rakshasa thinks that killing people is not good, he also thinks it is not a bad thing.

So the old man asked again. "Since you don't bring a knife to kill, why do you come here?"

"It fell."

Hearing Luo Sha in black say this coldly, the old man asked again in disbelief. "Fall down?"

"The vines tied around my waist fell apart while collecting herbs."

"Pick medicine?"

While murmuring, the old man recalled that there were indeed some rare and exotic grasses growing on the cliff.It is rumored that a doctor from the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines came here dozens of years ago, and they sprinkled medicinal seeds when they climbed up and looked into the distance. In the past ten years, many medicinal herbs have really grown lushly.But even if these mouth-watering treasures were born in the mountains, no skilled herbal picker would dare to approach them.One of the reasons is that the mountain wall is steep and there are turbulent torrents below, and the other is that there are man-eating white birds of prey circling, which is extremely dangerous.

So he asked again. "It's not here to kill me, but to collect herbs? What's the use of collecting herbs?"

As if wondering why he still had to answer such a question, Raksha in black quietly looked up at the old man for a while before answering. "Cure."

Herbs are naturally used to cure diseases, but the old man thought that because of the evil behavior of the people in Houtianlou, they should collect all the herbs on the edge of the cliff and sell them, disregarding the life and death of the people to make a fortune. The reason is surprisingly simple.

"Whose disease is being cured? Could it be your sinful landlord? If he is really seriously ill, it will be a happy thing." The old man said, his chest trembled, and he let out a few deep laughter.

No.The head in the Rakshasa mask shook a few times. "A friend."

"You? I heard that Houtianlou uses poison to confuse people's minds. If you really obey the landlord, how can your mind be innocent! A heartless and heartless person like you also has friends?"

The old man's words were almost ridiculed, it's no wonder that anyone who wanders in the rivers and lakes will be wary of "houtianlou's lunatics", because this group of people have no morals at all, and they can hardly communicate with each other.The Houtianlou Assassin who can talk to the old man like this now and has "friends" can be called a rare one.

"Have."

Rakshasa in black just nodded.When the old man asked a question, he answered it, although he didn't say much but he didn't hesitate to speak.At this time, he turned his head slightly and glanced outside the cave, and then said flatly. "He's on the cliff."

That is to say, in order to heal his friend, the Rakshasa in black was willing to risk his life to gather medicinal herbs on the edge of the cliff. As a result, the dead vine tied around his waist was accidentally loosened and he accidentally fell into the cave.In this way, it is true that he did not come to take his own life.The old man thought so.

This young man in black with a Rakshasa face was very strange.The old man had also fought against people in Houtianlou several times in the past, but all he met were despicable and shameless people who would do anything to take people's lives. The long knife is hidden.Although it is not righteous, it is not the corner of evil and sycophants.

Thinking about it this way, the old man became more and more interested in this black-clothed Rakshasa.He slightly twisted his gray beard and asked. "Do you want to say that you are a compassionate person when you treat people's diseases?"

"Absolutely not. I am the blade of the Heavenly Tower, and I have long since lost people's hearts. Such a behavior is nothing more than courtesy." The young man replied flatly. Since he sat down on his knees just now, he has remained motionless like a stone sculpture, with a blue face and a mask. There seemed to be a cold light shining in the eye sockets. "But now, we both have to rely on him."

"You mean, your friend on the cliff?"

Rakshasa in black nodded. "Because we can't get out of this cave. The mountain wall is extremely steep, and the white birds of prey are circling. Even those who are good at lightness kung fu can't go up on foot."

The old man frowned, he knew that the man in black was telling the truth, but he couldn't help feeling confused when he thought about the difficult situation.

"Forget it, I will sit here with you for a while longer, old man. I know you are not very human, but it is definitely not a humble speech to call yourself the blade of a sword. How many swordsmen in ancient and modern times want to achieve the unity of human and sword, Humans and knives communicate with each other, but in the end, they just become crazy about themselves and waste their sword skills."

While speaking, the old man took out a cloth bag from his arms and slowly released it.The black-clothed Rakshasa watched his finger movements and remained silent until the old man's deeply wrinkled eye sockets slightly tightened and he cast a questioning look at him. "Although I have already asked this question before, this old man has to ask again—do you know who this old man is?"

Raksha shook his head, telling the truth. "I don't know. But it can be seen that you are a swordsman. Your left fist is half clenched, and you seem to be lying down. You don't have a knife in your hand but you have a knife in your heart."

"That's right. Alas, the old man was also confused for a moment. I wanted to discuss the sword with Yuxie at the Tianshan Gate. I didn't want to accidentally fall here for a while, and it would be difficult to get up. Since you have the intention to remind me to beware of the order of the Tianlou, I don't want to." Mind talking to you a few more words. Here, this is the knife I use."

The old man nodded, and showed him the items in the cloth bag, it turned out to be a study knife!It is less than one foot long, with a bronze handle and golden animal patterns dotted in it.It is really puzzling that the small knife that this literati usually uses to cut the pages of the book is actually a sharp weapon for him to fight and mediate.

Seeing the knife, the black-clothed Rakshasa was taken aback for a moment, and said. "This knife cannot kill anyone."

Even if it is a short knife for beheading, the blade will never be so short.

"Ah, ah, you are really bloody. If you want to kill someone, you can kill with frozen steamed buns! It's just that ordinary people don't use steamed buns to kill people, because it's something to fill hunger, and when you hold it in your hand, you only think about it Eat it, don't you?" The old man sighed and shook his head. "So, when the old man picked up this knife, he also gave himself a warning: this knife should only be used to cut the pages of books, not to kill people. It is also called 'compassion'. I will also kill people , but this knife only drinks the blood of criminals."

The boy's ferocious mask fell slightly, making a soft crackling sound.I don't know if I understand it, he murmured in a low voice. "Compassion..."

"I'm not boasting, but I have punished rape and eradicated evil, and traveled all over the rivers and lakes for decades, and my knife skills have become superb." The old man smiled deeply, and the laughter seemed to shake even the cave. "Because of the knife, people call this old man 'Dugu Xiaodao'."

"This name is very funny." The black-clothed Rakshasa said.

"Hmph, do you know how to be funny?"

"Naturally... I can understand a little bit."

"Since you can understand it, why don't you laugh?"

Under the staring eyes of the old man, the man in black still sat cross-legged in awe, holding the knife still, and he didn't look like he was going to laugh at all, just like those cold and stubborn rocks outside the cave that were blown by wind and snow.

The scene at this time can be called quite strange: an old man with gray beard and hair and ragged clothes was standing in the cave holding a knife, while a young man in a short black coat and a fierce Rakshasa was sitting with a knife on his face. Back to the vast snow.One of them is the "Old Weird Man" Dugu Xiaodao, who is known as a strange man, and the other is the rumored Houtianlou Assassin who kills people without leaving a trace, and both of them are trapped here for reasons that are not necessarily clever. .

And the two of them still don't know how many waves this meeting will cause in future generations.

The black-clothed Rakshasa remained silent for a long time before he said, "I don't know what a smile is. I said it just now, I'm just a blade that loses people's hearts."

While saying this, the wind and snow outside the cave were getting stronger, and the sound of birds of prey circling and flapping their wings was faintly heard from the overwhelming snow falling.

flap.flap.This sound was gradually lost in the vast snow and fog.