Meteor Killer
Chapter 9 Killer Training
The sky was overcast and thunder was rumbling.
Another sweltering afternoon.
Yu Yao knelt on the ground, struggling to dig the dirt on the ground.With those delicate white hands, he dug a small pit in the thick soil.Sweat dripped down her face like raindrops, but she didn't bother to wipe it off at all, she just repeated the movements in her hands with all her attention and concentration.
When Song Lin saw her, he was stunned by her appearance.
She looked sad and foolish, her body was mottled with dirt, and she looked terrifying.
"Yu Yao, what happened? He ran over.
Yu Yao looked up at him blankly, but didn't speak.
In a hurry, he grabbed her arm and shook it vigorously.
"What happened, Yu Yao?"
Yu Yao wiped the sweat off her face with her clothes, forced a shameful smile on her face.
"Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, the little rabbit you gave me died."
Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I thought something happened to you."
Yu Yao said quietly: "I want to bury it."
Song Lin hurriedly said, "I'll help you."
Yu Yao held the little rabbit in her arms, and gently stroked its icy body with her hands, as if stroking a rare treasure.
After a long time, she lamented, "Master Mu, I think it must not be happy with me."
"Yu Yao..." Song Lin didn't know what to say.
"It's weird, I was sad to see it go away, but I didn't cry."
Song Lin looked at her, her beautiful face was covered with sweat, and she couldn't see clearly.
"Just like that afternoon, when my mother left me, I didn't cry either."
Song Lin sighed.
Yu Yao looked at the distant sky with empty and confused eyes.
"I remember that day, just like today, I was alone, quietly, and buried my mother in the soil."
"Just use these hands," Yu Yao looked at her hands mottled with dirt, and slowly closed her eyes.
Her soft and resentful voice was faint, as if she was narrating a past event that had nothing to do with her.
"That day was like today. The sky was black with lightning and thunder, and it looked like it was going to rain."
"I was so worried, I was digging a hole desperately. At that time, there was only one thought in my mind. I wanted to bury my mother in the soil before it rained."
"But……"
She sighed deeply.
"It rained so fast that I didn't have time. Mother still got wet."
"It's right in front of my eyes. Just a little bit closer."
Song Lin looked into her sad eyes, and his heart gradually tightened.
"How much I blame myself. If I had been faster, faster. Maybe my mother wouldn't..."
"Yu Yao, stop talking..." Song Lin couldn't listen anymore, so he hugged her.
She was trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.
Song Lin hugged her tightly, feeling his shoulders getting wet slowly.
It is Yu Yao's tears.
She finally cried.
Sometimes, Meng Xinghun would rather lose sleep.
Asleep, always dreaming about that scene.
Shrines, Buddhist altars, yellow brocade tents, purple pots of incense.
There are spots all over the floor, and the room smells of blood.
In the light of the Meteor Sword Ling Li, there were three panic-stricken people.
The blood still kept flowing, from my sister's shoulder.
My sister's facial features were distorted by pain.
The sword is not in my sister's body.
Not in my sister's red satin dress.
He raised his head hastily and saw his sister's eyes.
My sister's eyes gradually lost their luster.
But the eyes are still persistent.
He was shocked.
For a moment, there was only a blank in my mind.
He saw his embarrassment in his sister's eyes.
What am I doing.
What the hell am I doing.
He was a little bewildered.
I killed my sister with the meteor sword my sister gave me.
He suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.
The body couldn't help trembling.
The hand holding the sword has long been numb.
He barely had the strength to pull|draw the sword out.
Head, dizzy; eyes, misty.
He couldn't control himself.
My sister's clothes are red, and the blood is red.
In the eyes, a red light flickered and entangled.
Exhausted.
Close your eyes, trying to escape from the mass of red.
Taking a deep breath, there was an indescribable smell of blood in the air.
Meng Xinghun's heart suddenly tightened.
Finally woke up.
No red, no bloody smell.
There are only stars in the sky, and the astringent smell of green grass.
Midnight, no wind and no clouds.
He was still lying on the recliner in front of the Observatory, and behind him was the lonely small building.
Escaping from the nightmare, waking up, but it is endless loneliness.
Countless monotonous midnights, countless awakenings from nightmares.
The result is the same.
He was still alone, lying on the cold bamboo chair, watching the starry sky.
With no one to accompany him, he is destined to taste the loneliness of the night by himself.
His sister once questioned him: "At that time, life and death were on the line, what were you thinking?"
He didn't know, he only knew that he was almost collapsed at that time.
The elder sister risked herself, risked her life, and bet on his sword.
He was in a trance, absent-minded.
My sister was very angry.
"Why are you so useless..."
The elder sister said again: "If I hadn't mixed Mixin San in the incense at that time, how could you have easily escaped from Shangguan Bo and Ye Kai?"
He knew he was wrong, as long as he hesitated a little longer, Uncle Shangguan and Ye Kai might see the flaw, at that time even if they were as witty as their elder sister, they might not be able to recover.
They have rehearsed this scene several times in private. The time and location are all calculated very accurately. He thought it would be sure, but...
In the end is that part of the problem?
He couldn't think of it.
He straightened up from his chair.
I found myself covered in cold sweat and my hands and feet were cold.
His face became paler with fear.
The night is dark and quiet.
He looked up and saw a pale moon hanging high in the sky.
The moon waves are dim, and the broken shadows are swaying, looking very eerie.
Even the bright moon covered the brilliance and was lifeless all the time.
He sighed, shook his head, picked up his Meteor Sword, and walked out of the Star Tower.
Behind Wangxing Tower, there is a large open space.
A piece of grassy, uneven land.
This is where he used to practice his sword.
At that time, my sister often accompanied him. In the dead of night, he danced the sword and she played the piano.
It was also at that time that he was trained to kill for the first time.
My sister moved a wooden figure, a clay figure and a porcelain figure.
She erected them side by side.
They all have no face, just a human being.
They stood upright in the deep and shallow grass, like three tombstones.
The pale moonlight shone on their hollow faces, making them look ridiculous and stupid.
He didn't see them at all.
He was eager to show his bravery in front of his sister, and he wanted to destroy them all.
Gao Yuhan cut a fork in the chest of the wooden figurine, the clay figurine, and the porcelain figurine, and then punched a small hole.
A hole that just fits the blade of the Meteor Sword is almost invisible unless you look carefully.
She doesn't allow him to miss, a sword will pierce through the heart.
Before he could wait for his sister's order, his body had already soared into the air. The black assassin was short and close-fitting, and he was as fast as a startled rainbow.
The three sword lights flashed, and he easily found the position. He even saw the sparks of the Meteor Sword piercing through their hearts.
With the three dummies intact, he escaped triumphantly.
Stealing a glance at her sister, Gao Yuhan's face under the moonlight was so indifferent that no expression could be seen.
For the second time, the dummy has a face.
Gao Yuhan carefully painted the facial features on them with a brush soaked in ink.
The dummy has been given new life, but unfortunately still has no expression.
They all have a dull face, showing no emotions.
Again, starting with the wooden figures, this time, my sister asked him to come one by one.
He agreed with his mouth, but his fighting spirit surged in his heart.He's going to wipe them all out again.
With a sharp kick on the ground with his toes, this time he changed his moves and moved forward like lightning.
The meteor sword flashed, and he had arrived in front of the wooden man.
The face of the wooden man was illuminated by the light of the Meteor Sword.
He could see clearly that the facial features painted by his sister were lifelike.
The wooden man in front of him had a scorched yellow complexion and wrinkled brows, looking so pitiful and pitiful.
He suspected that his eyes were wrong, and he actually saw the brows of the wooden man kept drawing inward.
It was complaining to him, perhaps begging for mercy.
For a split second, he forgot that it was just a dummy.He wanted to hear what it was saying to him.
But he couldn't hear it.
Suddenly, he felt the meteor sword in his hand shake slightly.
Oops, the thorn was crooked, and he heard the sound of the wood being split and broken.
Shamed and angry, he drew his sword in a panic.He didn't dare to look at the wooden figure, let alone the expression on his sister's face.He took a breath, turned sharply in mid-air, and then attacked the clay figurine non-stop.
He can't let his sister down, he wants to make up for it.
The sword light of Meteor Sword flashed again, and this time, he saw the face of the clay figurine.
The face of the clay figurine was stern and terrifying, with a cold gray glow.
Its expression was majestic and angry, and he saw that its eyes gradually gathered a fierce light.
It is like a grumpy old man, whose anger is on the verge of breaking out.
He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.He felt that the corner of his clothes was being burned quickly, the heat was approaching, and his body suddenly became half shorter.
The meteor sword remained in the clay figurine's body.
When he came back to his senses, he tried to pull it out in a panic, but it was so strong that he was in a dilemma.
His eyes were red, and he pulled out the sword with all his strength.
When the sword reached his hand, the man also fell to the ground.
He was so anxious that he almost cried, and when he was about to jump up, his arm was grabbed by someone.
"elder sister……"
Gao Yuhan shook his head, and quickly grabbed his sword with one hand.
"Sister, give me another chance." He begged her.
Gao Yu looked at him coldly, "Xinghun, do you know why I arranged these three dummies?"
Of course he didn't know, in his eyes, they were all the same, they were just props for training to kill.
Gao Yuhan told him.
"The wooden man is like an ordinary warrior, an ordinary person. There are gaps all over his body. If he misses a single blow, the other parts are also soft and easy to break. If he attacks it, he can easily die."
"The clay figurine is different. It has cultivation and Taoism. Apart from the heart and mouth, other places are also solid. It cannot be attacked. It is afraid that it will be attacked by the enemy, and it is very likely that it will lose its own life."
"So the wooden man is sad, the clay man is angry, and the porcelain man..."
Before he finished speaking, he snatched the sword from his hand, and she heard his passionate voice: "This porcelain man, let Xinghun tell my sister!"
The others rushed out like an arrow leaving the string, and Gao Yuhan had no time to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the porcelain man.The face of the porcelain figure is the most beautiful, smooth and clear, as soft as moon waves, and at the same time glowing with a cool light.
It has two curved eyebrows, flattering crescent eyes and an upwardly curved mouth.
It was smiling at him, smiling unscrupulously, so kindly, naturally.
For a moment, a warm current surged in his heart.
There is also a strange idea quietly growing in his heart, such a good person, why should he kill him.
As soon as his heart softened, so did his hands, but his whole body was still rushing forward.
The sword still pierced into the porcelain man's body, and there was an earth-shattering crisp sound, and it split open.
He backed away hurriedly, but still slowly.
Blood spurted from his hands and chest, and he was cut to pieces by the flying broken porcelain.
Gao Yuhan's lips pursed, but her expression was still as calm as before, as if she had already known that this would end.
She still stood at the same spot and said with a sullen face: "Is this what you want to tell my sister?"
He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
She sighed, walked over, helped him up, and bandaged him carefully.
"Sister," he couldn't help coughing, "it's laughing, I saw it laughing."
She glanced at him, then looked up at the fragments of the porcelain figurine in front of her for a long time, then turned her head and said slowly: "The most terrifying thing about the porcelain figurine is its smile."
"It is a master among real masters. It is not only powerful in martial arts, but also understands psychological tactics. It looks fragile and fragile on the surface, but in fact, every inch of his skin and every place can explode at any time. Murder."
"He smiles at you, making you lose your guard; just as he treats you well, making you at a loss."
"You will definitely meet such people in the future, and they will definitely become your worst enemy."
"What my sister is worried about is that you were confused by them, lost your mind, and lost your life."
He lowered his head, bit his lip, and said nothing.
"Remember, there is only one purpose for you to approach anyone in the future, to kill him! No matter how nice he is to you, don't be moved by him. Remember your identity, your mission, and what my sister told you .”
Gao Yuhan's tone was flat and slow, but there was an invisible pressure.
He looked up at the three dummies.The porcelain figurines have been broken into a pile, leaving only wooden and clay figurines.
The wooden and clay figurines are still standing there stupidly like sculptures.
The moonlight shines on their faces, and the facial features on the paintings are clearly identifiable.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, he was afraid that he might be wrong.
There was no expression on the faces of the wooden and clay figurines. The wooden figurines were not sad, and the clay figurines were not angry.
What about the porcelain man?
Did it not laugh either?
It's broken, so the answer -- remains a mystery forever.
Another sweltering afternoon.
Yu Yao knelt on the ground, struggling to dig the dirt on the ground.With those delicate white hands, he dug a small pit in the thick soil.Sweat dripped down her face like raindrops, but she didn't bother to wipe it off at all, she just repeated the movements in her hands with all her attention and concentration.
When Song Lin saw her, he was stunned by her appearance.
She looked sad and foolish, her body was mottled with dirt, and she looked terrifying.
"Yu Yao, what happened? He ran over.
Yu Yao looked up at him blankly, but didn't speak.
In a hurry, he grabbed her arm and shook it vigorously.
"What happened, Yu Yao?"
Yu Yao wiped the sweat off her face with her clothes, forced a shameful smile on her face.
"Mr. Mu, I'm sorry, the little rabbit you gave me died."
Song Lin breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I thought something happened to you."
Yu Yao said quietly: "I want to bury it."
Song Lin hurriedly said, "I'll help you."
Yu Yao held the little rabbit in her arms, and gently stroked its icy body with her hands, as if stroking a rare treasure.
After a long time, she lamented, "Master Mu, I think it must not be happy with me."
"Yu Yao..." Song Lin didn't know what to say.
"It's weird, I was sad to see it go away, but I didn't cry."
Song Lin looked at her, her beautiful face was covered with sweat, and she couldn't see clearly.
"Just like that afternoon, when my mother left me, I didn't cry either."
Song Lin sighed.
Yu Yao looked at the distant sky with empty and confused eyes.
"I remember that day, just like today, I was alone, quietly, and buried my mother in the soil."
"Just use these hands," Yu Yao looked at her hands mottled with dirt, and slowly closed her eyes.
Her soft and resentful voice was faint, as if she was narrating a past event that had nothing to do with her.
"That day was like today. The sky was black with lightning and thunder, and it looked like it was going to rain."
"I was so worried, I was digging a hole desperately. At that time, there was only one thought in my mind. I wanted to bury my mother in the soil before it rained."
"But……"
She sighed deeply.
"It rained so fast that I didn't have time. Mother still got wet."
"It's right in front of my eyes. Just a little bit closer."
Song Lin looked into her sad eyes, and his heart gradually tightened.
"How much I blame myself. If I had been faster, faster. Maybe my mother wouldn't..."
"Yu Yao, stop talking..." Song Lin couldn't listen anymore, so he hugged her.
She was trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.
Song Lin hugged her tightly, feeling his shoulders getting wet slowly.
It is Yu Yao's tears.
She finally cried.
Sometimes, Meng Xinghun would rather lose sleep.
Asleep, always dreaming about that scene.
Shrines, Buddhist altars, yellow brocade tents, purple pots of incense.
There are spots all over the floor, and the room smells of blood.
In the light of the Meteor Sword Ling Li, there were three panic-stricken people.
The blood still kept flowing, from my sister's shoulder.
My sister's facial features were distorted by pain.
The sword is not in my sister's body.
Not in my sister's red satin dress.
He raised his head hastily and saw his sister's eyes.
My sister's eyes gradually lost their luster.
But the eyes are still persistent.
He was shocked.
For a moment, there was only a blank in my mind.
He saw his embarrassment in his sister's eyes.
What am I doing.
What the hell am I doing.
He was a little bewildered.
I killed my sister with the meteor sword my sister gave me.
He suddenly felt an unprecedented fear.
The body couldn't help trembling.
The hand holding the sword has long been numb.
He barely had the strength to pull|draw the sword out.
Head, dizzy; eyes, misty.
He couldn't control himself.
My sister's clothes are red, and the blood is red.
In the eyes, a red light flickered and entangled.
Exhausted.
Close your eyes, trying to escape from the mass of red.
Taking a deep breath, there was an indescribable smell of blood in the air.
Meng Xinghun's heart suddenly tightened.
Finally woke up.
No red, no bloody smell.
There are only stars in the sky, and the astringent smell of green grass.
Midnight, no wind and no clouds.
He was still lying on the recliner in front of the Observatory, and behind him was the lonely small building.
Escaping from the nightmare, waking up, but it is endless loneliness.
Countless monotonous midnights, countless awakenings from nightmares.
The result is the same.
He was still alone, lying on the cold bamboo chair, watching the starry sky.
With no one to accompany him, he is destined to taste the loneliness of the night by himself.
His sister once questioned him: "At that time, life and death were on the line, what were you thinking?"
He didn't know, he only knew that he was almost collapsed at that time.
The elder sister risked herself, risked her life, and bet on his sword.
He was in a trance, absent-minded.
My sister was very angry.
"Why are you so useless..."
The elder sister said again: "If I hadn't mixed Mixin San in the incense at that time, how could you have easily escaped from Shangguan Bo and Ye Kai?"
He knew he was wrong, as long as he hesitated a little longer, Uncle Shangguan and Ye Kai might see the flaw, at that time even if they were as witty as their elder sister, they might not be able to recover.
They have rehearsed this scene several times in private. The time and location are all calculated very accurately. He thought it would be sure, but...
In the end is that part of the problem?
He couldn't think of it.
He straightened up from his chair.
I found myself covered in cold sweat and my hands and feet were cold.
His face became paler with fear.
The night is dark and quiet.
He looked up and saw a pale moon hanging high in the sky.
The moon waves are dim, and the broken shadows are swaying, looking very eerie.
Even the bright moon covered the brilliance and was lifeless all the time.
He sighed, shook his head, picked up his Meteor Sword, and walked out of the Star Tower.
Behind Wangxing Tower, there is a large open space.
A piece of grassy, uneven land.
This is where he used to practice his sword.
At that time, my sister often accompanied him. In the dead of night, he danced the sword and she played the piano.
It was also at that time that he was trained to kill for the first time.
My sister moved a wooden figure, a clay figure and a porcelain figure.
She erected them side by side.
They all have no face, just a human being.
They stood upright in the deep and shallow grass, like three tombstones.
The pale moonlight shone on their hollow faces, making them look ridiculous and stupid.
He didn't see them at all.
He was eager to show his bravery in front of his sister, and he wanted to destroy them all.
Gao Yuhan cut a fork in the chest of the wooden figurine, the clay figurine, and the porcelain figurine, and then punched a small hole.
A hole that just fits the blade of the Meteor Sword is almost invisible unless you look carefully.
She doesn't allow him to miss, a sword will pierce through the heart.
Before he could wait for his sister's order, his body had already soared into the air. The black assassin was short and close-fitting, and he was as fast as a startled rainbow.
The three sword lights flashed, and he easily found the position. He even saw the sparks of the Meteor Sword piercing through their hearts.
With the three dummies intact, he escaped triumphantly.
Stealing a glance at her sister, Gao Yuhan's face under the moonlight was so indifferent that no expression could be seen.
For the second time, the dummy has a face.
Gao Yuhan carefully painted the facial features on them with a brush soaked in ink.
The dummy has been given new life, but unfortunately still has no expression.
They all have a dull face, showing no emotions.
Again, starting with the wooden figures, this time, my sister asked him to come one by one.
He agreed with his mouth, but his fighting spirit surged in his heart.He's going to wipe them all out again.
With a sharp kick on the ground with his toes, this time he changed his moves and moved forward like lightning.
The meteor sword flashed, and he had arrived in front of the wooden man.
The face of the wooden man was illuminated by the light of the Meteor Sword.
He could see clearly that the facial features painted by his sister were lifelike.
The wooden man in front of him had a scorched yellow complexion and wrinkled brows, looking so pitiful and pitiful.
He suspected that his eyes were wrong, and he actually saw the brows of the wooden man kept drawing inward.
It was complaining to him, perhaps begging for mercy.
For a split second, he forgot that it was just a dummy.He wanted to hear what it was saying to him.
But he couldn't hear it.
Suddenly, he felt the meteor sword in his hand shake slightly.
Oops, the thorn was crooked, and he heard the sound of the wood being split and broken.
Shamed and angry, he drew his sword in a panic.He didn't dare to look at the wooden figure, let alone the expression on his sister's face.He took a breath, turned sharply in mid-air, and then attacked the clay figurine non-stop.
He can't let his sister down, he wants to make up for it.
The sword light of Meteor Sword flashed again, and this time, he saw the face of the clay figurine.
The face of the clay figurine was stern and terrifying, with a cold gray glow.
Its expression was majestic and angry, and he saw that its eyes gradually gathered a fierce light.
It is like a grumpy old man, whose anger is on the verge of breaking out.
He wanted to retreat, but it was too late.He felt that the corner of his clothes was being burned quickly, the heat was approaching, and his body suddenly became half shorter.
The meteor sword remained in the clay figurine's body.
When he came back to his senses, he tried to pull it out in a panic, but it was so strong that he was in a dilemma.
His eyes were red, and he pulled out the sword with all his strength.
When the sword reached his hand, the man also fell to the ground.
He was so anxious that he almost cried, and when he was about to jump up, his arm was grabbed by someone.
"elder sister……"
Gao Yuhan shook his head, and quickly grabbed his sword with one hand.
"Sister, give me another chance." He begged her.
Gao Yu looked at him coldly, "Xinghun, do you know why I arranged these three dummies?"
Of course he didn't know, in his eyes, they were all the same, they were just props for training to kill.
Gao Yuhan told him.
"The wooden man is like an ordinary warrior, an ordinary person. There are gaps all over his body. If he misses a single blow, the other parts are also soft and easy to break. If he attacks it, he can easily die."
"The clay figurine is different. It has cultivation and Taoism. Apart from the heart and mouth, other places are also solid. It cannot be attacked. It is afraid that it will be attacked by the enemy, and it is very likely that it will lose its own life."
"So the wooden man is sad, the clay man is angry, and the porcelain man..."
Before he finished speaking, he snatched the sword from his hand, and she heard his passionate voice: "This porcelain man, let Xinghun tell my sister!"
The others rushed out like an arrow leaving the string, and Gao Yuhan had no time to stop it.
In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the porcelain man.The face of the porcelain figure is the most beautiful, smooth and clear, as soft as moon waves, and at the same time glowing with a cool light.
It has two curved eyebrows, flattering crescent eyes and an upwardly curved mouth.
It was smiling at him, smiling unscrupulously, so kindly, naturally.
For a moment, a warm current surged in his heart.
There is also a strange idea quietly growing in his heart, such a good person, why should he kill him.
As soon as his heart softened, so did his hands, but his whole body was still rushing forward.
The sword still pierced into the porcelain man's body, and there was an earth-shattering crisp sound, and it split open.
He backed away hurriedly, but still slowly.
Blood spurted from his hands and chest, and he was cut to pieces by the flying broken porcelain.
Gao Yuhan's lips pursed, but her expression was still as calm as before, as if she had already known that this would end.
She still stood at the same spot and said with a sullen face: "Is this what you want to tell my sister?"
He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
She sighed, walked over, helped him up, and bandaged him carefully.
"Sister," he couldn't help coughing, "it's laughing, I saw it laughing."
She glanced at him, then looked up at the fragments of the porcelain figurine in front of her for a long time, then turned her head and said slowly: "The most terrifying thing about the porcelain figurine is its smile."
"It is a master among real masters. It is not only powerful in martial arts, but also understands psychological tactics. It looks fragile and fragile on the surface, but in fact, every inch of his skin and every place can explode at any time. Murder."
"He smiles at you, making you lose your guard; just as he treats you well, making you at a loss."
"You will definitely meet such people in the future, and they will definitely become your worst enemy."
"What my sister is worried about is that you were confused by them, lost your mind, and lost your life."
He lowered his head, bit his lip, and said nothing.
"Remember, there is only one purpose for you to approach anyone in the future, to kill him! No matter how nice he is to you, don't be moved by him. Remember your identity, your mission, and what my sister told you .”
Gao Yuhan's tone was flat and slow, but there was an invisible pressure.
He looked up at the three dummies.The porcelain figurines have been broken into a pile, leaving only wooden and clay figurines.
The wooden and clay figurines are still standing there stupidly like sculptures.
The moonlight shines on their faces, and the facial features on the paintings are clearly identifiable.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously, he was afraid that he might be wrong.
There was no expression on the faces of the wooden and clay figurines. The wooden figurines were not sad, and the clay figurines were not angry.
What about the porcelain man?
Did it not laugh either?
It's broken, so the answer -- remains a mystery forever.
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