Mu Xueyin

"Where is this...?" Sun Xiaoju opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache.

The old man was sharpening the tip of his gun in the courtyard, when he heard Sun Xiaoju's voice, he hurried in.

"Your boy finally woke up, how do you feel now?" The old man made no secret of his concern.

"I'm fine, but my head hurts." Sun Xiaoju suddenly remembered something and asked in doubt, "Why am I still alive? I remember that my body was completely torn apart. I should be dead..."

The old man wiped the tip of the gun on his body, lowered his eyes and said: "Silly boy, it's all just hallucinations, and the singing can't hurt you, but the golden silk they use, you only need to lightly touch it." Once wiped, your little life is really gone."

Sun Xiaoju frowned and said, "The five ghosts are so weird, what exactly are they?"

"It's just that the two of them used ropes and some puppet tricks. The weapon they used was a piece of golden silk that was so small that it was almost imperceptible. I will lead them to the snow pit where you are hiding Besides, if we join hands with you to attack, if we can attack both of them at the same time, and they only have one golden silk, we will definitely expose our flaws in order to protect ourselves. But the puppet trick can almost confuse the real with the fake one It's not easy to find the real body for the hallucinatory singing voice, but the footprints left by the two of them on the snow are a big flaw. If it's just me, even if I have a sunshade, I'm afraid I'll have to hate on the spot. "The old man sighed, and said again, "Thinking about it carefully, the 'five ghosts' are all fake, but one of their words is true."

Sun Xiaoju asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

The old man looked tired, and he said in a muffled voice: "Since Zhen'er has made up his mind, he will definitely not let anyone in this small mountain village go. We have unintentionally sent everyone here to a dead end."

"What!" Sun Xiaoju was stunned. After a while, he came back to his senses and pulled his hair fiercely, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault..."

"I can't blame you, the reason why Zhen'er has what he is doing today is probably my fault!" The old man said with emotion.

Sun Xiaoju murmured, "Is there no other way?"

"Yes, of course there is a way, but...it's difficult." The old man said sadly.

When Sun Xiaoju heard it, he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said, "Old man, tell me what is the solution?"

The old man wiped the tip of the gun slowly with his clothes, and said: "As long as you kill Zhen'er, this matter will be over. And in this world, no one else will know the secret of this warm sun pendant, and this treasure will I can be a real jade again! Over the years, I have regretted and regretted it, and I finally figured it out, this treasure, what I long for the most is to be an ordinary piece of real jade. "

Sun Xiaoju's lips trembled, and he said: "Old man, I remember you said that Du Zhen's martial arts are unfathomable, especially those pistol movements, which are better than yours. Besides, he usually lives in seclusion and has no chance to strike at all. .Even if there is a chance, is there anyone else here who can kill him?"

The old man glanced at him, then shook his head.

Sun Xiaoju looked at the old man and said in a low voice, "Then let's run away..."

Hearing this, the old man stared, but didn't say anything, just smashed the wooden cabinet by the bed into powder with his fist.

Sun Xiaoju suddenly felt a smell of wood chips mixed with the smell of dust rushing into his nostrils. He looked at the old man who walked out of the house without saying a word, and suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing.

If you escape, where can you escape to?And once he and the old man escaped, the people in this village would really die.As soon as I felt scared, the first thing I thought of was to run away—what a cowardly and chilling thought!

As soon as Sun Xiaoju closed his eyes, Juanzi's swollen stomach involuntarily flooded into his mind, so clear and heavy, it tortured him so much that he couldn't bear to live.

The next morning, Sun Xiaoju felt that his body had fully recovered. When he walked out of the house, he saw the old man swinging a big pole with his shirt on.The old man's body was steaming hot, and a fine layer of sweat rolled on his lean muscles.

He looked at it for a while, feeling a little bored, and talked to the old man without saying a word, but the old man ignored him at all.

Sun Xiaoju felt a little bored, finally he stood up, looked at the horrible scar on the old man's upper body that looked like a centipede with claws and claws, and said dejectedly: "Old man, I'll go and kill Du Zhen..."

His voice is naturally very low.

Sun Xiaoju was about to turn around and leave when suddenly his heart trembled, the big pole was already stuck in his throat.

"Nonsense!" The old man hid his anger and his eyes were angry. He clearly saw his young self in Sun Xiaoju.

Also so impulsive, so desperate.

The old man looked at the young brows and eyes, his heart softened for no reason, and the big pole in his hand hung down limply.

Sun Xiaoju sat down on the ground.At this time, Xi's car was driving eastward, and the snow in the courtyard had gradually melted, mixing with the dark soil, until it became a sticky mud.But he ignored it, and just sat down in the mud directly, dejectedly, and without warning.

The old man only squinted at him, but said nothing.

"Old man, if I don't kill him, should I wait for him to kill me? If I kill him, I will kill me at most. If he comes to kill me, all the folks in this village will die..."

The old man put the big pole back on the shelf, wiped his sweat with a towel, and said, "Go and kill him, how can you kill him? His flower gun will come out, within a radius of ten feet is Where to fight, although you have never seen his gun grip style, I might as well tell you that it is the same way as the sword grip style I taught you—both are dry goods for killing people! If you are afraid of death, do it as soon as possible. Stop thinking about killing him, and I promise you won't even get close to him. Only those who have truly seen through the same way of killing people have a chance to survive. You can't pretend to be this easy-going. And you kid Huahuachangzi, I still don’t understand, if you really want to kill him, you are already on your way, and you will come to me to tell me?”

Hearing this, Sun Xiaoju's face turned red and then turned pale, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and slip in.He really didn't really want to kill Du Zhen, he just wanted to try the old man's tone. Unexpectedly, the old man didn't give face at all, and scolded him savagely.

"From now on, you will stay here honestly and practice those sword handles a few times. I taught you to kill and taught you those sword handles, but until now I have discovered the most important thing You didn't learn."

After finishing speaking, the old man went into the house, and came out after a long time, but he carried the rotten silver gun with a newly sharpened tip on his shoulder.And on the tip of the gun, hung a package made of cloth with a floral blue background.

"Old man, where are you going?" Sun Xiaoju was still sitting in the mud, seeing that the old man was about to go far away, he asked hastily.

"I..." The old man pondered for a moment, then told a joke, "Go kill, or be killed!"

His voice was exceptionally loud, and the laughter that followed made Sun Xiaoju's ears ache.

The joke was dry and not funny at all.Sun Xiaoju said in a heartbroken voice.

But he had never seen the old man smile so much—let go!It seemed as if some long-buried wish had been fulfilled, or as if he had finally made up his mind to make a major decision.There was no trace of moisture in that smile, it penetrated to the bottom of Sun Xiaoju's heart.

"After one month, if this warm sun pendant is not delivered to you, then I will win. It's just that I don't want to come back again, I want to hide with the warm sun pendant and make it a real jade! When it is sent back to you, then I have lost, and you don't need to stay here anymore, just take it and run away as far as you can."

When Sun Xiaoju heard this, he nodded and lay down in the mud numbly.

The old man ignored him, pushed open the courtyard door and wandered out of the village.

The small village is still a peaceful scene, people are busy and immersed in the joy of the New Year.Except for Sun Xiaoju, no one noticed that the old Suntou in the village east quietly left the small mountain village amidst the scent of that year.Just like when he was seriously injured and quietly came to this small mountain village.

With that rotten silver gun on his shoulder, when he wandered out of the village like this, did he ever look back?

Sun Xiaoju thinks about this question every day, but he knows that no matter what, the old man will never come back to tell him the answer to this question.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Sun Xiaoju followed the old man's request to perform those sword-handle poses in the courtyard a few times a day, and he was in a daze for the rest of the time.He counted the time of this month on his fingers day by day. His mood was extremely contradictory. He hoped that the time would pass faster so that he would know the result that would be revealed and end this long waiting as soon as possible. ; and I hope that time will pass slowly, so that the cruelty will come later, later, later.

But time is still moving forward neither fast nor slow. The heaven and the earth are not benevolent.When he heard the sound of the tired horse's hooves turning from the mountain depression, and suddenly sounded on the mountain road outside the village, he suddenly became uneasy-he knew that the horse must have come from a long way away.

When Sun Xiaoju saw Nuanyang Pei appearing in front of him, he felt as if he was hit hard by a pitch-black fist. At the same time, there was a voice in his heart that said coolly: "Here, he is dead." He raised his head Looking at the sky, I felt that the messy light stars cast from among the trees in the courtyard were like chaotic snowflakes rushing towards me.As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the silvery-white spear flowers appearing in front of his eyes, and they were clearly disappearing endlessly.His eye sockets were instantly moist.

"Let it return to real jade." After the old servant finished speaking, he walked out of the courtyard with a low eyebrow.

Sun Xiaoju burst into tears.

He knew what this sentence meant, and he knew that this sentence must be what the old man wanted to tell himself, because it was his lifelong long-cherished wish.

He pulled out Mu Xueyin hidden in his sleeve, and stared at the few gold-plated teeny slaves on the bare sword body: Mu Xueyin.Sun Xiaoju just stared at it for three days.

On the third day, a smile suddenly appeared on his dull face: "Old man, you are really good! The sword handles you taught me are all for killing people, and the Mu Xueyin you gave me is only suitable for Killing, you have expected this day, right? If there is a person in this world who has learned the art of dragon slaying, once a dragon appears, he will definitely try it even if he knows he is invincible. Old man, can you You really know how to calculate people! I will fulfill your wish and fight against that incomparable 'dragon'."

Sun Xiaoju put the Nuanyang Pei in his arms, put the sword back into the sheath, and then pushed open the gate of the courtyard empty-handed, swinging back and forth to the outside of the village.Looking at him like that, he looks like a street rogue.