Happy trip to the Tang Dynasty

In the bandit's lair, Daohong sat cross-legged, quietly looking at Shui Wuxin on the ground.

There was a strong wind and sand outside the house, and the flickering candles in the house made the expression on Daohong's face dim.

The anger of being deceived and the hatred of killing relatives filled his whole body, but he didn't know how to vent it.

Shui Wuxin didn't wake up after he slapped her on the back of the neck, but he didn't want to wait any longer.

With a "wow", a jar of bad wine was spilled on Shui Wuxin's body, and then smashed to the side of Shui Wuxin's head with a "boom":

"Don't pretend to be asleep, I know my strength, raise your head!"

A sharp piece of broken pottery drew a thin bloodstain on the side of Shui Wuxin's face. When Shui Wuxin opened her eyes, she really didn't intend to fall asleep at all.He sat up slowly, raised his head and met Dao Hong's eyes, his eyes were calm and unwavering.

Looking at this exquisite face that once made him fall in love at first sight, Dao Hong felt a little bit of intolerance in the boundless anger.He asked coldly: "Shui Wuxin, did you defile my sister?"

— Deny, it's not you, don't admit it...

Daohong silently hoped in his heart.

Shui Wuxin recalled it for a while, and felt that that was the only thing that could be called dirty.

"What's your sister's name?"

"Zhu Xiang."

"Oh, it's me."

Shui Wuxin admitted it frankly, as if what the other party asked was "who moved my cheese" and "oh, it was me".

Daohong's fist suddenly clenched:

"Why, why is it you?"

Shui Wuxin answered this question faithfully: "Because there was no one else at the scene at the time, it could only be me. Do you need me to provide a detailed history?"

Daohong's "cracking" fist suddenly hit Shui Wuxin on the head, Shui Wuxin tilted his head, barely avoiding it, but because his whole body was tied up, he couldn't keep his balance with his hands, his body tilted and fell to the ground.

Daohong's murderous aura burst out, his complexion was as dark as Shura: "You still want to hide?"

Shui Wuxin replied: "According to the recent revision of the order, I not only have the 'right', but also 'must' to protect my own safety. Your fist just now reached a speed of 40m/s, if it hits my head, there will be more than 95% chance of causing damage. Brain dead, so I have to get out of the way."

Although Daohong didn't understand more than half of it, he understood what Shui Wuxin expressed, that is, this kid didn't mean to repent at all!

Dao Hong was so angry that he clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded. Even a blind man could feel the murderous aura blooming all over his body.

Shui Wuxin sat up from the ground again, knelt down in front of him without fear of death, leaned close to Daohong, stared at his eyes with calm and emotionless eyes, and said, "You hate me very much. How can you eliminate your hatred?" Hate?"

Daohong grabbed Shui Wuxin's chin and pulled his face, which was so beautiful beyond gender, to his eyes. The distance was so close that their faces were almost touching.Daohong whispered softly in his ear, outsiders seemed to be talking about love, but in fact, he stuttered every word, every word punished his heart:

"After hearing the news of my sister's death, I rushed back to Yangzhou day and night, but she had already been buried, and I didn't even see her for the last time. This is my only sister... From then on, I swore, The murderer who caused my sister to suffer misfortune, I will let him experience a hundred times the misfortune, and regret living in this world!"

Shui Wuxin still had his eyes slightly downcast, calm and calm: "As you wish, you can do it."

"Why, do you suddenly regret what you did?"

"Do not."

"Why then?"

Shui Wuxin looked up at Daohong, her eyes were clear and clear: "Because you are very important to me."

In the icy and snowy Kunlun, he originally wore a set of fox fur, but Daohong threw it away on the grounds that it hindered bagging. Now he is wearing a pink Qixiu-style gauze lining, which was soaked by the bad wine just now, and firmly It sticks to the body, almost transparent, outlining a slender and beautiful figure, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin on the chest, with two bright red spots looming, it is really seductive.

Daohong's heart froze, and he quickly looked away, neither his face nor his chest, so he could only stare at his slender neck.In the middle of the necklace around Shui Wuxin's neck was a rosewood bead inlaid, but the style was incompatible with the whole necklace.

Seeing that what he gave out with hazy feelings at first fell into the hands of a man, a hateful man who had defiled and defiled his sister to death, Daohong felt that he had been deceived and insulted, and his anger surged again overhead.

He roughly tore off the beads from Shui Wuxin's neck: "You still have the face to carry it?"

"Yes. Please return it to me." Shui Wuxin's inorganic voice mechanically stated the facts.

"Okay, I'll pay you back!" Daohong pushed Shui Wuxin to the ground, and tore off his lower garment.The texture of the gauze lining is light and elegant, but it is not known for its sturdiness. Shui Wuxin's lower skirt was peeled off cleanly in two or three strokes, revealing her white and flawless long legs and buttocks.

Sensing the danger, Shui Wuxin immediately kicked up to fight back, but his force value was not as good as Daohong's, not to mention his upper body was tied with a tendon rope, and Daohong grabbed his ankle and fell to the ground.Daohong picked up one of his legs, and Shui Wuxin's lower limbs opened wide, and Daohong stuffed the beads into his body without any hassle.

The beads were only the size of a pigeon egg, and they suddenly invaded his body. Shui Wuxin just felt quite uncomfortable, but it didn't reach an unbearable level.After instinctively groaning, the severe pain almost made him, who had inhuman self-control, cry out - Daohong even stabbed his fine iron long stick into his body!

Shui Wuxin was in pain, and the stress response caused him to bounce his body suddenly, breaking free from the fine iron long stick, but he still hurt his body, and blood flowed down the inner side of his fair thigh, snow white and blood red, very eye-catching.

"A few years ago, during a battle between our Haoqi League and you vicious dogs, one of our Haoqi captured righteous soldiers died like this," Daohong said slowly, "A long stick, from the back, from the mouth It is said that he died after howling for half an hour. If you want to atone for your sins, use this method to die."

Hearing this, Shui Wuxin raised his head suddenly, and Daohong was very satisfied to see the expression of shock and anger from his paralyzed face, which was originally stunning, as if it had a soul, blooming with vitality and beauty.

He glared at Daohong, and Daohong looked at him coldly. After a while, Shui Wuxin's expression returned to that of lowered brows and smooth eyes, neither sad nor happy.He knelt down in front of Daohong again, his voice still calm: "You do it."

Daohong wasn't a violent person, but when he saw Shui Wuxin's unrepentant indifference, his heart arose again.

"it is good!"

He pushed Shui Wuxin down on the couch, picked up one of his legs again with one hand, and stabbed the iron rod in with the other.

"Woo!" Even though he had tried his best to suppress it, Shui Wuxin couldn't help letting out a low, miserable cry.His slender back stretched out in a graceful arc, and his bound body twitched uncontrollably. The more he struggled, the tighter the tendon rope tore through his thin clothes, leaving streaks of blood on his body.

Shui Wuxin's body was almost completely naked at this time, and her slender body gradually curled up again, trembling unceasingly.

Blood flowed along the iron bar to Lu Hong's hand.Daohong suddenly felt that the stick was unusually hot.So he stopped.

I don't know what the villain's expression is at this time.

Daohong grabbed Shui Wuxin's hair and forced him to face him.Shui Wuxin was still expressionless, her eyes were dim and unfocused, she glanced at Daohong without focus, then slowly closed her eyes, never looking at him again.

After all, Daohong still didn't continue to string Shui Wuxin into a stick.

Although he tried his best to convince himself that this was to prevent him from falling into the animal world, how would Shui Wuxin deal with it?According to his usual practice, he must be beaten into a pulp with sticks, but facing this weak and stubborn enemy, it seems a bit...

...can't do it...

At this moment, the sound of a bunch of chaotic footsteps approaching outside the sand bandit's lair interrupted the entanglement in Daohong's mind.

Dao Hong glanced to the window and looked out, and saw that the little boy he had thrown into the firewood room was approaching quietly with a gang of gangsters—but this group of people looked like a mob at first glance, and they thought they were silent , but the buzzing whispers are as annoying as a flock of crows to a master with sharp ears and eyes like Daohong.

——I originally wanted to let that kid live, but he actually found a helper to deal with him. He really shouldn't have the kindness of a woman.

Outside the door, the little guy was also secretly complaining.

With great difficulty, he found a broken knife from the firewood room, cut the rope and escaped. Then he ran into another group of bandits who had been at odds with them because of the "source of goods".After hearing that they were taken over by a monk, the boss of the next-door gang immediately expressed that he would come to avenge them.

Pooh!Who are you kidding!Aren't you thinking about annexing our savings from "doing business" over the past few years?

Although he has tried his best to describe to them that this monk is highly skilled in martial arts, this group of money-obsessed straight girls still have to come; where.

Daohong was thinking about whether to send all this group of people to the west at once, at this moment, Shui Wuxin's voice sounded again, still irritatingly indifferent: "Will you continue?"

"...I don't want you to die too easily."

"Understood. How can I completely eliminate your hatred?"

Shui Wuxin was lying sideways on the couch, her hair was like a waterfall, she was full of joy, and she was extremely alluring, only to see Daohong's heart beating violently.

Forcibly suppressing some impulse, Daohong glanced sideways at the approaching gangster outside the window, and said coldly: "Then you will taste the pain my sister has suffered. If you survive this retribution and survive, I will let you go. We will never see each other again.”

Shui Wuxin's distracted and lifeless eyes suddenly opened slightly, and he raised his head to look at the ruthless monk, then lowered his eyes again:

"as you wish."

Two lines of teardrops rolled down his jade-like cheeks. He closed his eyes and lay down without any resistance.

Dao Hong felt as if something had been twisted hard in his heart, and he had a very strange urge to hold Shui Wuxin in his arms.

But after all, he had practiced for a long time, and his heart was as hard as iron. Gritting his teeth, he pulled the iron rod out of Shui Wuxin's body, wiped it with some pieces of clothes, and walked out through the back door.

He stood at the back door for a while, only to hear the sound of the door being broken from inside, and the surprise of the gangsters who found Shui Wuxin.

"Boss, there is no monk, only a beauty."

"A man? Has he been gelded?"

"Wow, this is the prostitution that the rich in the south can afford in the legend?"

"Grandma, I have never seen a woman more beautiful than him in my life!"

"Boss, this beauty, why don't we...hehe..."

"Boss, why don't we give up the dividend you mentioned last time, so let us try today's new one!"

……

The voice that followed became more obscene and profligate. Daohong resisted the desire to rush in and kill people, grabbed his cloak and put it on, and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​sand.

……

Dragon Inn.

Unknowingly, he felt restless in his heart, and Daohong came to the most prosperous place in the Longmen Desert without knowing it.When he saw the wine flag flying high on the top of the inn, he was startled: why are you here?

He has been hiding his whereabouts, and the most important thing to avoid is this kind of crowded place.But at this time the sky is already dark, and today is cloudy again. The desert without stars and moons is pure darkness, full of unknown dangers, even those with high martial arts skills dare not trust them.He thought to himself that as long as he concealed his appearance and acted in a low-key manner, he would not be noticed by others, so he lowered his cloak and walked into the inn.

After everything went well and booked a room, Daohong met two Qixiu female disciples in bright dresses on the corridor on the second floor of the inn.Now Daohong was upset when he saw Qixiu's disciples, so he turned sideways to let them pass first.

It's just that when he passed by one of the Qixiu women, the woman suddenly reached out and lifted his cloak hat off.Because everything happened suddenly, Daohong couldn't escape.

"Haha, let me just say, the one with the stick must be a monk, senior sister, you still don't believe it!" The girl looked at it proudly, "Wow, you are so handsome, but your complexion is a bit pale, are you sick?"

Daohong was so shocked by her divine logic that he was speechless, so he heard the older and more stable woman next to him reprimand: "Hong Ling, stop messing around!"

Then she turned around and bowed to Daohong: "My junior sister has offended me so much, please forgive me. The next Qixiu Bai Yiyi, may I ask if this master is walking alone?"

"……Yes."

"I wonder if the master knows Daohong from Shaolin?"

"...I know." Of course I know myself, isn't this considered a lie?

Hong Ling jumped up when she heard it: "Great, then go and tell that stinky monk, and let him let us go if he is sensible! Otherwise, grandma, huh..."

Before she finished speaking, Bai Yiyi covered her mouth with black lines all over her face, and then said apologetically to Daohong: "My junior sister is outspoken and offended. It's just that we are indeed looking for Junior Brother Shui Wuxin. Please let us know the clues of the two of them, thank you very much."

It turned out that Mu Li and Ye Qinghou thought carefully about the people who might have had a deadly feud with Shui Wuxin, and only the case of obsession and rape was the most suspected, so they asked Yin Yuanhui to check the relatives of the deceased , Sure enough, he discovered the existence of Daohong.

Wen Shaoyang found the monk who asked Daohong to replace him in the Haoqi League, so the suspect was officially identified.Thinking about Daohong's character, and his reasons for looking for Shui Wuxin, Mu Li and the others became restless.

Ye Qinghou used the Yinyuanhui VIP whistle that Pei Yuan gave him to contact the Yinyuanhui sub-helm in the Longmen Desert area, and spent a lot of money to issue Yinyuan orders to the entire Longmen Desert to find the whereabouts of Daohong and Shui Wuxin.And Qixiu's Bai Yiyi and Hong Ling happened to be two of the god-sisters whom Shui Wuxin had recognized when he left the workshop. They happened to be at the Longmen Inn at this time, and they were very happy to help after receiving the order from Yin Yuan.

After receiving the letter from the family, Daohong has been immersed in tracking down Shui Wuxin's whereabouts, but he has never heard of the subsequent development of the incident, and he was very surprised, "Didn't Shui Wuxin be kicked out of the school by Qixiu because of committing a crime? "

Hong Ling snapped off her hand covering her mouth, and shouted: "Junior Brother, he was wronged! Master Liang Xiaotang, a famous arrester in Yangzhou, has already found out the matter, it is the ghost of the Red Clothes Sect!"

Bai Yiyi tapped Hong Ling's forehead helplessly, then turned her head and asked Hong: "I wonder if the master can contact Master Daohong? I have a letter from his family here, but Master Daohong is no longer in Nanping. And no one knows where he went, and where to send this letter, so they entrusted us disciples who traveled far away, and if they are lucky enough to see him, they will deliver it on their behalf."

Home letter?

Daohong pondered for a moment, and decided to utter the first lie in his life: "The poor monk and Daohong do meet each other often. If the female benefactor would hand over the letter to me, the poor monk would pass it on for me, would that be okay?"

Bai Yiyi thought for a while, then smiled and said: "That's right, in our hands, I don't know when we can find Master Daohong. Then there will be Master Lao."

After finishing speaking, he handed the letter to Daohong.

Dao Hong returned to his room and immediately opened the letter to read.

The handwriting on the letter was indeed written by my father, and I told him the whole development process of the incident.When he saw that Shui Wuxin was physically disabled and sent to prison unjustly, Daohong realized why he was indifferent to everything. It turned out that his mind was damaged.

Suddenly he jumped up: he still treated him like this!He is now being hunted by a group of thugs...

Daohong jumped out of the window and rushed towards the boundless dark desert.

On the roof of Longmen Inn, there are two graceful figures standing, they are Bai Yiyi and Hong Ling.

"Senior sister, that monk really has a ghost!"

"Hmph, I found out a long time ago, even with his unrealistic lying ability, he dares to mess around in front of my sister!"

"Senior Sister, he runs so fast, let's hurry up and chase him!"

"Don't worry, I put 'Shadow Fragrance' on him, and he can't run away. Hurry up and get those fireworks produced in Zailai Town, we will send a signal to Mr. Mu."

Dazzling colorful fireworks bloom above the Longmen Inn, which can be seen from dozens of miles away, and all the tourists stop and watch.But all this didn't seem to exist for Daohong. He was struggling with the extreme darkness in the desert, trying to find a way back.

Like a headless fly, he ran rampant in the dark desert all night, and at dawn, he miraculously found the bandits' lair.

When he rushed into the yard, he smelled a pungent smell of blood before entering the door.

Shocked, he pushed the door open and went in, only to see that the room was covered with blood, and the walls and even the roof were spattered with blood.The room was full of dead bodies lying here and there, all of them naked and unsightly, and they looked like they had had sex before they died.

Daohong found Shui Wuxin in the corner of the house.The tendon rope on his body was untied, and he was curled up naked, sitting on the ground in a corner with his knees hugged, looking extremely weak, with scars and filth left by men all over his body.And his black hair turned into snow-white overnight, scattered on the ground.

Hearing someone coming in, Shui Wuxin slowly raised his head, there was no star or moon in his dim pupils.

Seeing that it was Daohong, his voice was hollow and weak, and he said: "There are 31 people in total, and they all fucked me. I am not dead. Are you willing to eliminate your hatred for me?"

Dao Hong suddenly felt like a stick in his throat: "These people..."

"According to the self-protection directive, anyone who violates me will die, so I will kill them. Ask again, are you willing to eliminate the hatred for me?"

Shui Wuxin's voice was weak and flat, without any ups and downs, but to Daohong's ears, it was more frightening than thunder.He seemed to be overwhelmed by Shui Wuxin's momentum, and he didn't dare to answer.

"For the third time, are you willing to eliminate your hatred for me?"

Daohong embraced Shui Wuxin's body in his arms with trembling hands. It was thin, cold, dirty, but beautiful.

"I, I am willing..." Daohong stared into his lifeless eyes and murmured.

At that moment, a gentle smile bloomed on Shui Wuxin's usually expressionless face, beautiful and dazzling, overwhelming the morning sun that broke through the dawn.

This is the most beautiful and profound scene Daohong has ever seen in his life, and it will be firmly remembered until his death.

Shui Wuxin rested her head on his chest, just like when they first met, her hair was just black at that time, but now it was frost and snow.

He let go of his tightly clenched fist, and a Buddhist bead rolled out of it, covered with blood and dirt.

"This is dirty, you can throw it away."

After Shui Wuxin finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes.When Daohong came to his senses, the person in his arms was no longer breathing.

A man's howl tore apart the sky of Longmen, startling the sky full of carrion birds.