The rivers and lakes can't stand it

After eating, the medicine was already half-warm, and Karaya drank the medicine in one gulp. The drowsiness soon returned, and he lay back on the bed again.

Now that Karaya was awake, the two of them didn't have to stare at him all the time. In order to let him have a good rest, they moved to the Yuemaze room to chat.

The curse word "cannibalism without spitting out bones" is often used in the Jianghu to describe some evil spirits and heretics, but this means that they disregard human lives and do evil, not the real so-called cannibalism.

In the year of famine, I have heard of such tragedies as cannibalism, but the person Karaya mentioned is obviously not in such a desperate situation.

Qiu Zhuoxue gently pushed the window open, letting the wind blow away the dull old atmosphere in the house: "The old friends and new friends we met recently don't seem to take human life very seriously."

Elder Wandu uses people to refine Gu, Miss Moon Shadow destroys people all over the house, and Heatweed bets with people about living Gu nests. Now, the Blood Tribulation Sword is not finished yet, and another man-eating person has come...

Yue Mijin didn't respond to this sentence, but just lowered his head, thoughtful: "Speaking of which, when did you know Karaya? I never heard that you went to the desert."

This made Qiu Zhuoxue turn her head, and the sadness on her brow instantly turned into a smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Yue Mijin frowned.

Qiu Zhuoxue's expression was joking: "Actually, the reason why Qiu knew Karaya was because of you, Brother Yue."

"Because of me?" Yue Mijin was a little surprised. He recalled it carefully, but couldn't think of any clues related to Karaya, so he frowned and said, "What do you mean? I don't know Karaya at all. "

Qiu Zhuoxue looked at him quietly, showing a faint smile: "Brother Yue, do you still remember Xu Qinglan who Qiu told you about? She wanted to get the Blood Tribulation Sword for you, so she invited Karaya to come Contain me, we met at that time."

It was Xu Qinglan again.

This name has repeatedly appeared in Qiu Zhuoxue's mouth several times, and Yu Yue can't help recalling that woman, knowing that there is such a woman who is willing to sacrifice for herself, and loves herself so wholeheartedly, it seems to be a matter of pride and joy thing.

There was no joy in his heart.

Xu Qinglan is undoubtedly a respectable opponent, Yue Mijin believes that she will grow up very quickly and become a swordsman on par with him, but there are no more.

Apart from his respect and appreciation for this woman, all he has left is his passion as an opponent.

This wasted show of favor and energy-consuming useless action just made Yue Mijin feel a kind of regret. He thought that he would also be the opponent Xu Qinglan wanted to find, but now it seems that he has made the opponent dull instead.

"So that's how it is." Yue Mijin quickly pulled out of his thoughts, looked at Qiu Zhuoxue, and said lightly, "It seems that he was your enemy when he came, and he became your friend when he left."

The smile on Qiu Zhuoxue's face was still so gentle, but also seemed to be vaguely sly: "One more friend is always better than one more enemy."

No matter what he says, it always makes sense.

Yue Mijin liked his complacent expression, even though Qiu Zhuoxue didn't show it clearly, so he nodded, "Especially an enemy like you, a friend like you."

His fingers were twitching again, as if being drawn by something, wanting to touch Qiu Zhuoxue's eyebrows and skin.

Going further into the maze, feeling confused and eager to sprout and grow together.

This feeling is different from holding a sword. When he holds the sword, he knows what he is going to do when he is more confused. He can reap the rewards by putting in pure concentration. He is not afraid of pain or fatigue. He is familiar with the sword almost Like a part of his own body, the sword submits meekly under his hands.

But Qiuzhuoxue is different.

He couldn't grasp the person, and the touch was short-lived.

The more he grows up, the more confused he becomes, the more he understands that many things in the world are difficult to force. He can't stop the death of the old Taoist, can't stop the fear of the world, can't stop Qiu Zhuoxue from hiding the truth in order to save his friends, and he can't stop his own heart... …

What he can force and change is only the things in front of him that he is willing to change.

The more confused eyes did not leave Qiu Zhuoxue's face, but Qiu Zhuoxue just chuckled and continued: "There has not been such a shocking news in the rivers and lakes, it should not be because of appetite."

When the word "appetite" was mentioned, Qiu Zhuoxue frowned imperceptibly, but his voice did not stop because of this.

"First ordinary people, then four powerful masters, and the last time, it was Karaya's master. Karaya said that his master's martial arts are far superior to his. Ordinary eating will not intentionally provoke masters. I think this person's purpose It's not pure, he has the purpose of 'eating people'." Qiu Zhuoxue frowned and said, "Brother Yue, what did you think of this kind of law?"

"Eating is to fill your stomach." Yue Mijin said slowly, "Deliberately pursuing cannon phoenix cooking dragon, carving cockles and shelling clams, neither seeking ostentation, nor novelty and extraordinary taste, then there is only one possibility—he What I really want to eat is the martial arts of these people all their lives, and ordinary people naturally have no interest in him."

In this way, it also makes sense why this person has never heard the slightest news. He is not a lunatic beast who has lost his appetite. On the contrary, he is carefully selecting and waiting for the strong.

Qiu Zhuoxue was stunned: "Is there really such an ability in the world that can...can..."

Turn all the hard-earned things accumulated by others into your own.

Qiu Zhuoxue's face darkened.

"I don't know, all I know is that if I bite you now, I won't know your palm technique and lightness kung fu, let alone your internal strength." Yue Mijin said flatly, "Who knows how this person did it? What method, but I think one thing is certain, he must not eat as much as he can eat, otherwise he will just kill and kill, and the accumulation of little will make a lot, wouldn't it be safer."

Speaking of this, something flashed in Qiu Zhuoxue's mind, he was startled, and stood up abruptly: "Oops! Flower Lord's hero list——"

"What?" Yue Mijin turned his head.

Qiu Zhuoxue's cheeks were tense, and her eyebrows were frowning: "This person has been in the Central Plains for many days and has never made a move. I think no matter what the method is, his next goal must be better than Karaya's master. Dragons and snakes are mixed in the rivers and lakes." , he came from the great desert, so I'm afraid he doesn't know anything about martial arts, so Huazhu's list of heroes—"

"Heroes from all walks of life will come here, trying to tell the winner." Yue Mijin frowned, "That person will definitely come to find a plate of Chinese food, what do you mean?"

Chinese food...

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled wryly at this word: "It is very possible, unless he came to the Central Plains to change his mind and start a new life... But since he is still chasing and killing Karaya, I think the possibility of this matter is extremely small."

"It's refreshing, things are colliding together, and it's much easier." Yue Mijin shrugged, "I thought we were going to find two needles in a haystack."

This wisecrack made Qiu Zhuoxue laugh.

After staying in the inn for a few more days, Karaya's injuries gradually recovered, and he was able to move around more on the ground. The shallow wounds on his body had healed and scabbed. These days, he either rested or stared at his knees intently. knife.

Two years have passed since the death of a teacher, and Karaya has been able to calm down when he mentioned it.

He thought that his heart was no longer occupied by any emotion, only the determination of revenge remained, and nothing could shake it.

It wasn't until he felt that his life was passing by in the grove that he was unwilling to occupy Karaya's heart again. He felt that the scimitar had become heavy, and he could hardly lift his hand. The blood splashed out of his body mixed together, dyeing him into a blood man.

This is not the ending he wanted.

So Karaya raged, laughed wildly, and under the flames of despair and hatred, he unscrewed the head of the last person as if venting his anger.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Karaya saw five more figures, which almost broke him, but he did not give in.

He must not leave his hatred in this unjust world, waiting for anyone's mercy or God's punishment.

He traveled all the way from the desert to the Central Plains just to end this blood debt with his own hands.

He would personally throw that person in the desert to endure the harshest sun exposure, let the flames drain that skin, let the sand wear away his flesh and bones, and let the rotten body be swallowed up by the desert.

Therefore, before losing his will, Karaya still chose to raise the knife. He didn't know how long he could swing it, he only knew that he would swing it until the end of his life.

The sky finally took pity on Karaya, and his life did not end here.

The person who saved him not only saved his life, but also brought him a glimmer of light—the Heroes' Meeting after March.

Karaya silently stared at his scimitar, making up his mind.

Qiu Zhuoxue's voice soon came from behind: "Kalaya, we should go."

With such a serious trauma, Karaya can walk on the ground in five or six days. Now he can't even lift the scimitar, let alone fight.

The so-called saving people to the end, sending the Buddha to the west, of course Qiu Zhuoxue can't ignore people. In the past few days, he has noticed many strange faces around them following them. I am afraid that they are sent by the people behind the scenes to kill Karaya. The killer, so he had no choice but to buy another carriage and take Karaya on the road together.

Qiu Zhuoxue sometimes spends money, but when it is slow, there is almost no reduction, and when it is fast, it is like running water, and all of a sudden there is only a shriveled purse left.

Karaya stretched out his hand to take his scimitar off the wall. He held it very hard and reluctantly. Several wounds on his arm could no longer bear it, and faintly bleed.

Qiu Zhuoxue did not speak, but waited patiently for Kalaya. This is of course not conducive to the healing of the injury, but it is conducive to the healing of Kalaya's heartache.

Sympathy, compassion, and care are not suitable for Karaya at this moment.

The carriage slowly drove out of the city and headed for Seven Star Pavilion.

Yue Mijin and Qiu Zhuoxue gave up the space in the car to Karaya, and the two sat on the car seat and carefully observed the changes around them. Although those eyes tracking them disappeared, they never thought that this would happen. It's over.

When the sky was about to fall, the whistling wind brought the sound of the grass swaying, and the shadows of the trees swayed, creating a narrow path that could only accommodate a carriage, which was obviously a good place to ambush.

Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin exchanged a look, and the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down.

At this moment, Karaya's voice suddenly sounded in the carriage: "Thank you, both of you."

Karaya's voice paused slightly, and his voice quickly changed from dull to clear. He opened the curtain and poked his head out to talk to the two of them. His eyes were firm, as if he had thought about something over and over again, until now Finally decided to speak normally.

"Master's vendetta, kill it." Karaya thought for a while, and then said, "For kindness, I will definitely... promise it with my body."

His voice resounded together with hidden weapons such as locust stones, small arrows, and flying knives that struck from the air, and it was particularly sonorous and powerful.

Qiu Zhuoxue, who turned around and caught seven or eight hidden weapons: "..." He thought what Karaya wanted to say was repayment with body.

Yue Majin, who urgently reined in the horse: "..."

The killers jumped up from the bushes and forests: "..."

The atmosphere was dead silent, except for the strangled horse, which was too aggressive, thumped its front hooves twice, and neighed a long time.

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