[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

She met a man in a village in Quanjiu.When she met him, he was sitting at the door of his house weaving straw sandals.

"Isn't it a joke for a big man to do these jobs for a living?"

——When we first met, that was the sentence.

The man raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled without saying a word.

It was a rainy day, the sky was cloudy, and it was raining lightly.She passed by the country path under an umbrella, and she didn't expect to see this scene...

Yang Chan thought that she had seen his life of prosperity and wealth, and those mortal worlds were like a passing cloud, but this life was extremely miserable.

The wealth and honor of life cannot be brought into the coffin.

She stood in front of him with an umbrella and said coldly: "You are a good person, you shouldn't be treated like this."

The shoemaker didn't stop his work, and said with a calm smile, "It's just the first time I saw you, so why do you think I'm a good person?"

She didn't speak, and she didn't bother to explain to a mortal.

The shoemaker paused in her silence and looked up at her. "I was an assassin."

In this life, his eyes were somewhat melancholy. When he looked at her, his deep eyes contained many vicissitudes of life.

"I have killed dozens if not hundreds of people. I can't even remember them myself," he said.

Yang Chan answered, "I've killed many people too, and I must have killed more people than you. It's nothing."

"You?" The former assassin's eyes were sharp, "You are not a mortal."

With just one glance, a judgment is made.Ordinary people are extraordinary.

She doesn't deny it.In this world, a person whose heart has stopped beating is not a mortal.

"It's nothing to you, but to a mortal...it's a sin," he lowered his head, and picked up his straw sandals again, "Many of them don't deserve to die."

"But they died after all. No matter what you think, they will never come back to life, let alone comment on your thoughts," Yang Chan said, "So if you don't think it's a sin, then it's not a sin."

"But mortals can't live with their own conscience."

"So, don't you still have a conscience?"

"I can't say no to you," the shoemaker straightened up with a smile, and clapped his hands. "Maybe you are right. I still have a conscience, but I don't think I'm a good person. I live here in seclusion, just because I'm afraid that my enemies will come and kill me." Me. Assassins kill people, but one day, they will be killed by others."

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid, of course mortals are afraid of death," the shoemaker said calmly, "because I still have a lot of things I want to do. But I'm afraid I won't be able to accomplish those things in my life. You asked me so many questions, but I haven't asked them yet. you alone."

"what do you wish to ask?"

"What's your name?"

"I..." Yang Chan paused and said, "My name is Chan, the cicada of Ming Chan. You can call me A Chan."

"Achan... why did you come to this village?"

"To wait for someone."

"Wait someone?"

"When you come, kill him."

"..."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"I have done the same job as you, why should I be afraid of you?"

"I'm not human."

"I know," the shoemaker tidied up his basket, "but among the things in the world, I think the most terrifying thing is people."

"..."

"Do you want to stay?" The shoemaker opened the door and planned to enter the house. "The person you are waiting for hasn't come yet? If that's the case, why don't you stay here. Having a roof to keep out the wind and rain is worse than sleeping in the mountains... "

Yang Chan thought about it, and stayed at the shoemaker's house.The shoemaker's surname is Lou, and his name is Lou Yin. He has no wife and no children, and lives alone.Suddenly a little girl came to live in his house, and the people in the village would inevitably be a little curious, but he said that she was his adopted daughter, and those who were curious probably stopped being curious after a few days.

Lou Yin is a very good shoemaker, everyone in the village knows him, and in the eyes of everyone, he is also a kind and good man.When those villagers passed by Lou Yin's house and saw him, they would greet him: "Lou Yin..."

Lou Yin would look up, smile kindly, then lower his head and continue knitting his straw sandals.

Yang Chan knew that the name Lou Yin told her was false. He hid in this remote village to escape his sins and to calm his bloodthirsty heart.He never talked much about his past with Yang Chan, and Yang Chan never talked much about her.She stayed here for seven days, which seemed to her a long time.This person gave her food and lodging for such a long time without taking any rewards. He did her a kindness. She didn't like to owe people kindness, so she had to pay it back.

One day at dinner, she suddenly said, "Lou Yin, you have no wife and no children. If you die, I will die for you."

This is very unlucky, if you say it to ordinary people, you will be beaten.But Lou Yin is the same kind of person as her. People like them have long regarded life and death as insignificant. Hearing this, he nodded and smiled and said, "Okay, God finally treated me well and sent someone to bury me."

"Are you going to engrave this name on the tombstone, or are you going to tell me your real name now?"

"I don't want a tombstone."

"Every burial requires a tombstone, why don't you?"

"Because I'm sorry to the heavenly parents, and I'm sorry to Jiuquan Huangtu. I killed too many people, and I don't have a face to erect a monument."

So Yang Chan never mentioned this matter again, and never had time to mention it again.

……

"Seven days later, that person finally appeared—the person I wanted to kill appeared! He carried a box on his back, dressed like a young Taoist priest. There was a word from heaven that he was a remnant of the sect, with extraordinary skills. The box behind his back, It has the ability to disrupt the common people... I don't know the power of that box, because he didn't even have time to open his magical weapon. I hid in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves turned into swords. With one move, I knew his life. "

She said again: "Mo Qingxuan, his name is Mo Qingxuan. I, Yang Chan, have traveled the Three Realms for many years and have never brought magic weapons, because everything I touch can become magic weapons! Planted in the hands of someone like me."