Secret arrows are hard to defend

The moonlight in the atrium was as cold as frost, and Lu Xuan felt that his heart had fallen straight into the ice cave. This feeling was just like back then, and he returned to the night of the master murder that year in a daze.

That year, Yinchan spit out Yuxiaohan, and the misty moonlight shone obliquely on Qianshuanglou, passing through the green window screens that were as thin as cicada's wings and sprinkled coolness all over the place.When Lu Xuandu held a jade ruler and a silver chain and rushed to the highest floor of Qianshuang Building step by step, what he saw was his master Yan Zihuai sitting quietly in a light yellow dress under the hazy light green light.

Yan Zihuai was born extremely beautiful and extremely cold, like pear blossoms falling from a tree and golden leaves falling all over the ground. His eyebrows are slender and graceful, his eyes are clear and agile, his fingers are warm and soft, and there is nothing imperfect. When it comes to appearance, he is even better than Lu Xuan All three points.He looked at Lu Xuandu's blood-soaked appearance, smiled lightly, and said with a feeling of relief and emotion: "You have done a good job these years. Master has always known that you are a good boy."

Lu Xuandu looked into his eyes, and once again found that although he was looking at him, his eyes were very empty. He was clearly in the pupils, but he was not in the eyes.The jade ruler and the silver chain were held in his hand, which was both cold and hard, and the tactile sensation was distinct in the palm of his hand, which forced him to wake up.An almost painful confusion appeared in his expression, the sticky blood slid down the tail of his high hair and fell on the skirt of his clothes, dotted like peach blossoms.

"Yan Fu!" Severe pain choked in his throat, and the name almost made him cry. Lu Xuan looked at Yan Zihuai with a numb expression, thousands of words, circling in every possible way, and finally turned into an extremely complicated two. One word: "Master..."

His swords were dormant quietly on his knees, Yan Zihuai lowered his head and caressed the two swords, with a certain force in his movements, like fingers running through the mane of a beast, restrained but not gentle, without the slightest impatience.

In stark contrast to Yan Zihuai's sitting on the Diaoyutai, Lu Xuandu's panic.He was wounded in dozens of places, his clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and blood dripped down the hem of his clothes to the ground, gathering into a shallow puddle.Lu Xuandu wiped away the blood from his lips, walked to his usual place, knelt and sat beside Yan Zihuai, his eyes were red and he stretched out his hand to hold Yan Zihuai's clothes.

The dagger crane suddenly jumped up, cut off the hem of his clothes, and scraped off the flesh from his fingertips. The cold sword hummed softly against his bloody fingers, and tears finally fell to the ground.

"Master, I know my mistakes, I admit my mistakes, if I have done something wrong, as long as the master tells me, I will definitely change. Please don't treat me like this..."

Yan Zihuai caressed the top of his head with pity, and gently pinned his messy temple hair behind his ears: "It's a bitter trick. A Yin, you know the result, so why bother to try it? You've got this injury, it hurts so much." ?"

"Master..."

"A Yin, remember, bitter tricks are only useful when the other party cares, otherwise it's just self-suffering." Yan Zihuai's fingers tightened suddenly, pulling his hair to force him to look up: "A Yin, your parents In the case, have you found the murderer?"

Following his movements, Lu Xuan raised his head and looked straight into his eyes. The person in front of him became more and more confused through the mist in his eyes.Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I found out..."

"who is it?"

"Yes, yes—" Lu Xuan avoided his gaze, almost desperate: "You."

Yan Zihuai loosened his fingers, and said with emotion: "You really did a good job." He stretched out his hand to pull out the crane that was stuck in the ground, and blew off the blood stains on the blade: "In that case, why don't you do it yet?" ?”

Lu Xuandu looked at the deep blood-stained sword marks on the ground, and the severed fingertips were very painful. If it was ten fingers connected to the heart, his heartache might not be so hard to explain.

"……why?"

Lu Xuan has too many doubts in his mind.

Why did you kill your own parents?Why did he adopt himself and teach him carefully after killing his own parents?Why guide yourself to find out the truth of the case?Why did he set up an ambush for himself in Qianshuang Tower?Why——you have to force yourself to kill him?

"A killer doesn't need to ask too many questions." Yan Zihuai held a crane and pointed his sword at his throat: "You just need to know that if you don't want to kill me, then I will kill you. Today, only one of you and I can walk out of Qianshuang alive." building."

"You brought me back just for today? Aren't Master and my parents friends?"

Yan Zihuai pondered for a moment, then sighed: "It used to be." It means that it no longer is.It is not uncommon for friends to turn against each other.

"I brought you back because I want you to kill me. If you don't want to, why should I pay attention to you?"

Before the words finished, Yan Zihuai made a sudden move.The short sword attacked his throat, and the long sword attacked his lower body. Lu Xuan used his strength to retreat a few feet away, avoiding Yan Zihuai's menacing attack.Lu Xuandu retreated while fighting, and with a shake of the jade ruler in his hand, he blocked the sword in Yan Zihuai's hand.With a flick of his robe sleeves, the silver chain hooked his soul, and suddenly climbed onto Yan Zihuai's neck.

Yan Zihuai calmly put down the two swords in his hands, and gave him a positive look: "Ah Yin is indeed a smart person, you are very similar to your father."

"I have never met my father. What I know is taught by you; what I do is mastered by you. Speaking of resemblance, don't I resemble Master more?"

Lu Xuandu looked desolate, smiled wryly and tightened the silver chain in his hand, Yan Zihuai's breathing was restrained, a sob came out of his throat, and he looked at him with extraordinarily calm eyes: "The word love, your father is ruined by this, and your mother is ruined by this. Ah Yin, master taught you the last lesson, there is only a thin line between affection and thinness, you are too affectionate, if you are not thin, you will eventually be destroyed by the word love, I hope you can see it."

But I can't see it.Lu Xuan lowered his eyelashes.

The moon seems to be at that time, but the people are not at that time, but the result is the same.When he broke Yan Zihuai's neck with the silver chain in his hand, he couldn't look away; until now, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he still couldn't look away.

Lu Xuandu finally saw clearly how cold and dark Song Wuan's clear eyes were.He finally laughed at himself: "Since when?"

Song Wu'an glanced at him sideways: "Since the Golden Butterfly Holy Fire at the Holy Fire Altar, I have been waiting for this day. Your hallucinations have exposed your weakness, Lu Xuandu, you are too eager for emotion."

"Ha——" Lu Xuan nodded appreciatively: "Miaozai, Ah Fu is as careful as silk, and I deserve to lose this round." Back then, he was in love with Yan Zihuai, and wanted to avoid Qianshuanglou by means of bitterness. In the end, he was self-inflicted, and his infatuation turned to ashes; now, he tried to take out the sincerity that had been hidden for a long time, but was knocked to the ground again.Reincarnation of karma, retribution is not good, I have deceived too many people, and there will be a day when I will be deceived by others.

He thought that the hot and cold was playing hard to get, but in fact he didn't care; he thought that desperately saving lives was uncontrollable, but in fact it was a careful calculation.It's not that he didn't discover the clues, but that he wanted to deceive himself too much, so fortunately he took it as usual.It's a pity that there will be a day when the dream wakes up, and when the dream is broken.

Song Wuan's treatment of him was not tolerance, but forbearance.

Killing intent suddenly rose.Lu Xuandu swept the silver chain in his hand, sweeping all the elaborate arrangements on the case table to the ground, Song Wuan stood still and looked at him coldly.

"You did a good job." Lu Xuan had already calmed down, and he was even able to praise him: "Your goal has been achieved, so Lu will not keep customers."

Song Wu'an stood up, straightened his sleeves unhurriedly, cupped his hands and said, "Song, leave."

"The small building of Qianshuang is lonely at night, the wind is rustling, the moon is rustling, and a hundred years of joys and sorrows and dreams are lonely.

There is nowhere to return to the clouds, the mountains are far away, and the water is also far away. In the next life, I wish to be a small stone bridge. "

Lu Xuandu took a look at the mess on the ground, raised the surviving cup in his hand and toasted the moon from a distance: "Huh? I showed you a joke again, didn't you?" He drank all the fine wine in the cup, obviously not tasting it Taste, but said: "wonderful."

Song Wu'an, who had successfully retired, went straight to the Miaoyun Inn. The distance was not long, but he seemed to have walked for a long time.

There was no curfew on the moonlit night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He walked in the dark, across a street and a bridge, and saw the attic painting boats on the opposite bank, brightly lit and extremely lively.There are river lanterns flowing down from the brightly lit place, all the way to the dark place.

He couldn't help picking up his clothes, the autumn night in Yangzhou was too cold.Fortunately, things are over, and we can go back to Wuwu Mountain tomorrow.Lu Xuan fell into a big stumble, he should have been happy, but something seemed to be pressing on his heart, and he couldn't even raise his brows.

By surprise, attacking the unprepared, hitting the vital points, I did it all, and the counterattack was neat and beautiful.However, not happy.

The Miaoyun Inn was rarely depressed, and there was only Wei Yuzong sitting alone in the hall, seeing Song Wuan, raised his brows slightly, and sighed with a smile: "I thought you had already returned to Wuwu Mountain .”

Song Wu'an looked at him silently for a while, then sat down next to him: "Why are you the only one? Xie Xunyi?"

"He's home." Wei Yu took a wine cup for him: "You came just in time, you and my brothers can count as a Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Wuan, who has never liked drinking, did not refuse this time, picked up the wine cup and took a sip of the spicy wine: "12 years of thousand piles of snow, good wine."

Wei Yu smiled and turned the wine cup in his hand, turned his head to look at Song Wuan: "You are not happy."

There was no expression on Song Wu'an's cold and indifferent face: "How did senior brother know?"

"Because you are usually a boring gourd, but today you are a long-folded gourd, with a frowning look, but what happened? Call Senior Brother Eleven, and I will help you settle it."

"Ha——" Song Wuan smiled a little: "I think brother should settle his own affairs first."

"It seems that you already have the answer to the question that day."

"Yes. After all, I am, it's hard to get over it."

"Xiao Wu, you are not suitable to be a knife that hurts people." Wei Yu gave him a deep look, his eyes were sad and happy: "You are too careful, too easy to understand the pain of others, and hurting others is like hurting yourself. ,you will regret."

Song Wu'an bent his fingers imperceptibly: "This is the end of the matter, why bother to bring it up again. If you are really afraid that I will hurt myself, why didn't you say it before?"

"Because you only know after some hardships. No matter what others say, you can't change your decision." Wei Yu drank the thousand piles of snow in his cup, looked at the moonlight outside the door and closed his eyes lightly: "I have something to leave, It's up to you."

About a moment later, Xie Xie came back from nowhere.Xie Xunyi was startled when he saw the drunken Song Wuan: "Are you okay? Where's Shaoxia Wei?"

"Ha! Wei Shaoxia——" Song Wu'an sneered coldly, leaning on his chin and looking at Xie Xunyi. His expression was very focused, and his eyes implied sarcasm. Xie Xunyi felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Since I'm a young hero, I'm going to fight for justice." Song Wu'an drank the wine in his glass, glanced at the moonlight outside the window, and left without looking back, leaving Xie Xiyi alone in a daze.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, very cold, like a knife that hurts someone.