Making the soup was a laborious task, and finally the aroma began to spread in the kitchen. She sniffed her nose, and her face showed a look of satisfaction. The ingredients for making the soup were all top-notch. Not only did it taste wonderful, but it also contained a lot of spiritual energy.
It's also extremely rich.
Gu Shuo spread out a piece of paper again in the room, dipped his pen in thick ink, his eyes flashed, and he remembered a poem in his mind, and he wrote like a sword.
Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
Originally, Gu Shuo was just writing with a normal state of mind, but at this moment, the killing intent and sword intent in his heart were uncontrollably contained in the ink words he wrote.
When he finished writing the entire poem, Gu Shuo felt that murderous intent was boiling in his heart. He put down the pen, left the room, and walked towards the backyard. He stood in front of the clusters of flowers in the backyard, with sword intent boiling in his heart, but he put his nose close to it.
Smell the flowers carefully.
On the other side, Nie Xiaolou filled a bowl of soup and put it on the tray. Holding it with both hands, he walked lightly through the moon door and walked towards Gu Shuo's room. Passing by the window, the window was open, but
Not seeing Gu Shuo, she couldn't help but look slightly stunned. After thinking about it, Gu Shuo was probably tired from writing and was either going out or taking a walk in the backyard to relax.
She pushed open the ajar door, moved lightly, came to the desk, and gently put the tray down. The wind blew in from the window and lifted up the papers lying flat on the table. She hurriedly raised her hand and put the tray down.
He held the paper down and his eyes fell on the paper.
The handwriting on the paper is very ordinary and does not contain any hidden meaning, but it makes people feel the coldness coming over them.
Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star.
Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.
The first two sentences were ordinary in ink, but when she read "Kill one in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles", the cold sword intent that hit her face made Nie Xiaolou's hands tremble and she couldn't help but take a step back.
, a strong wind suddenly blew in outside the window, and the piece of paper was blown up by the wind. It was not only the piece of paper she was looking at that was blown up, but also the pile of papers on the table. It was like flying in the air in the room.
Flying like a butterfly.
She didn't know why she felt a little panicked. She was afraid that Gu Shuo would come back and see the paper on the ground and think that she had messed it up. That would be bad. She hurriedly picked up the paper that fell on the ground and placed it in the air in the room.
There were still papers flying around. Her eyes saw the piece of paper that shocked her. Although she only saw a few sentences, Gu Shuo's murderous intention showed up between the lines, which shocked her heart, and she wanted to see it even more.
The following verses.
She keenly felt that this poem expressed Gu Shuo's thoughts. Through this poem, she could further understand Gu Shuo. Only by understanding Gu Shuo could she determine her next direction towards Gu Shuo.
She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and the papers flying in the room fell towards her right hand like butterflies piercing flowers, forming a pile. She grabbed the paper in her right hand and looked at the bottom of the poem.
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Hello.
I was leisurely passing by Xinling to drink, taking off my sword and crossing my knees.
The general will be eating Zhu Hai, holding a wine glass to persuade the marquis to win.
Three cups of Turannuo make the five mountains seem lighter.
After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit and vitality are restored.
He waved the golden mallet to save Zhao, HD was shocked at first.
Two heroes from the Qianqiu period have conquered Daliang City.
Even if a hero dies and his bones are fragrant, he will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world.
Who can write your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra?
There were some words in the poem that looked like place names, which were unfamiliar to her, but the cold sword intent that hit her face made her heart shake. It was the out-of-body perfection that contained the killing intent of the Tongxuan realm. She was just a golden elixir,
In an instant, I felt myself in a trance, and fell to the ground with a thud. I heard footsteps in my ears, and Gu Shuo's voice sounded:
"What's wrong?"
Gu Shuo stepped into the door and came to Nie Xiaolou's side.
Nie Xiaolou looked up at Gu Shuo. Gu Shuo's face was blurred. She raised the piece of paper she was holding in her right hand and showed an awkward smile:
"I made soup for you, and the wind blew all the papers on the table away. It wasn't me who made the mess. Don't scold me."
Gu Shuo couldn't laugh or cry: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why should I scold you? It's not something important."
"I said I was wrong...don't scold me..."
Her mind was struck by the sword intent, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if she had fallen into a glacier, her figure kept falling downwards, and in a daze, she returned to a night where the ground was covered with ice and the sky was filled with snow.
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The cold air around her penetrated her body like ice water, and the strong wind swept the heavy snow, making a roar like a dragon. She huddled in a corner of the room, looking at a strange man standing in front of her parents. In her heart
She was extremely frightened and her little face was extremely pale. Suddenly she mustered up her courage and rushed towards her mother, saving her mother's thigh:
"Mom, don't sell me, I can work, I can take care of my brother, I can kill pigweed, I am obedient..."
That year, she was only six years old.
Her home is in a small village in the north. This is a village where mortals gather. The most powerful village leader is only in the bone quenching realm. She has parents and a younger brother. Although the harvest in the north is not good,
Dad followed the hunting team in the village and was able to hunt some wild animals in the mountains. Before he was five years old, the family was able to have enough food. However, since a year ago, Dad not only lost a leg during a hunting, but was also injured internally.
After that, her family's situation plummeted, and she was often hungry.
On this day, several people came to the village. They were very direct and straightforward. They gave money to buy children, only those under ten years old.
No one asked them what they were buying their children for, and no one thought about what would happen to their children after they were sold.
Because there is more than one family like Nie Xiaolou in the village.
The child... can't be fed anymore...
There is more than one child in the family. If they don't sell it, everyone will die. If they sell it, they can still let the other people in the family live. They don't care whether the child lives or dies if they sell it. They don't dare to think about it, and they don't want to think about it.
In this world of ice and snow, in a life without hope, the whole person is numb from the heart to the outside.
In Nie Xiaolou's young mind, she instinctively felt fear. Although she could only eat half full at home, sometimes not even half full. But with her parents around, her little heart felt safe. Now she was
Sold to a stranger, she forgot even the hunger in her heart, leaving only fear.
The father turned away and held an ingot of silver tightly in his hand. His joints turned white from the excessive force. He didn't know whether it was because he felt miserable about selling his daughter, or because the ingot of silver in his hand gave him hope of living.
Her mother knelt down, hugged her, and cried: "Da Ya, if I don't sell you, you and your brother can't live. If I sell you, maybe you and your brother can live... Don't blame your parents..."
There is nothing my parents can do... You must live, no matter how difficult it is, you must live..."
She always remembered her mother's words, to survive, and survival became her only goal. The man bought five children in the village and took them away. He trained them along the way.
, very harsh training, and they would be beaten every day for making mistakes in training. They had to use the trained routines to perform every day, but they didn't have enough to eat. And the man bought some children from time to time, and finally the maximum number of children arrived.
Twenty-eight. But in the end only twelve were left. Those people all died on the way. They wandered with the man for two years. The man took them to a mountain and sold them to a sect.
Door.
Hehuan Sect!
She always remembered what her mother said to her on that snowy night, that she must live. So, although she suffered a lot along the way, she was still sold to the Hehuan Sect alive.
Later, when she grew up, she learned that the Hehuan Sect was a sect that had been wiped out because the sect practiced a method that would be used by all the monks in the world.
Cultivation as a furnace cauldron. I don’t know how many years ago, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect turned a direct disciple of a large sect into a furnace cauldron and killed the monk. As a result, the sect was angered and the Hehuan Sect was destroyed.
The disciples of the Hehuan Sect who were not in the sect at that time survived, and they became anonymous from then on and became an underground sect. They could not open up the sect openly and accept disciples, so they purchased children to continue the sect.
The inheritance of Hehuan Sect does not require spiritual roots, nor does it care about qualifications and talents. Of course, they can also practice alone and improve their cultivation, but that is very slow. They mainly absorb other monks' cultivation by using other monks as cauldrons.
, to improve yourself.
Da Ya was given the name Nie Xiaolou by her master and stayed in the Hehuan Sect. She began to eat well and began to practice. At that time, she was nearly nine years old. More than two years of wandering made her mature prematurely. She knew she wanted to live
If you want to go down, you have to practice, and you have to practice better than others. But in her heart, she strongly rejects furnace cultivation. She just practices hard by herself.
What's rare is that she has spiritual roots and good qualifications. So even if she doesn't practice in the furnace, her cultivation is not slow to improve. It's just that in order to live a long life, she has always been very low-key and tried to make people ignore her.
In your heart, if no one pays attention to you, no one will harm you, and you can survive.
Year after year passed, as she grew older, she also grew taller. She was originally beautiful, but she practiced the Hehuan Sect's exercises, which made her more beautiful and outstanding, and finally made her unable to be transparent.
people.
One day when she went out to collect herbs alone, she was restrained by one of her senior brothers. In the afterglow of dusk, they gathered together under a big tree and used her as a furnace.
That senior brother had a higher cultivation level than her, but he did not have spiritual roots. He relied on using other monks as a furnace to improve his cultivation level. Nie Xiaolou was transparent and low-key, and few people in the Hehuan Sect knew that she had spiritual roots.
There is a big difference between those with spiritual roots and those without spiritual roots. People without spiritual roots can have higher cultivation levels because they have practiced for a long time. But when two people practice both the Hehuan Sect's exercises and use others as a cauldron to practice,
Sometimes, even if your cultivation level is higher than that of the other person, you will not be able to attract people with spiritual roots. Instead, you will be absorbed by people with spiritual roots.
On the verge of life and death, of course Nie Xiaolou knew how to use his skills, but in the end, that senior brother became Nie Xiaolou's furnace.
As a result, Nie Xiaolou grew up in cultivation. She gritted her teeth and buried her shriveled senior brother under the big tree. Instead of joining the sect, she returned to the original village all the way. She found it.
own home.
Her parents no longer recognized Nie Xiaolou and felt very awkward standing in front of her. Her brother even dared not raise his head. Sometimes he would glance at her quickly and quickly, then lower his head in a hurry with his face flushed.
She asked, do you still remember Da Ya?
Looking at her parents' blank expressions, it took her more than ten breaths to remember, and her heart became cold. At this time, her mother finally recognized Nie Xiaolou and saw that Nie Xiaolou was now wearing
Decent, he took her hand and began to cry about how sad his family was now, and asked her for money, both internally and externally.
Nie Xiaolou's hands became cold. He took out his cold hands from his mother's equally cold hands, threw down the two gold ingots, turned around and left this home and this village.
Nie Xiaolou killed countless beasts in the mountains to vent her extreme depression and sadness. The next night, she sneaked back to the village. She wanted to know what her parents would be like after they got the gold ingot. She didn't want to
I know how her parents would react when they got the money after they sold her more than ten years ago and she was taken away by that strange man.
Is it the ecstasy of getting money, or the sadness of selling a daughter?
I guess if I secretly go back and take a look at their current expressions this time, I will be able to know what they looked like more than ten years ago?
She couldn't explain her psychology clearly. She was resentful, unwilling and conflicted.
She hopes to be able to see her parents' sadness and longing for her, which will warm her already cold heart and give her a glimmer of hope to live like a normal person. In that case, she will not go back to the Hehuan Sect.
Then……
She saw that no one was in her home, her parents were not there, and her younger brother was not there either. The entire dilapidated house was empty and there were blood stains on the walls.
She broke into the village chief's house, and under questioning, she found out that it was Ergou, a poor man in the village, who killed her parents and younger brother, and took away two gold ingots. Then the village chief caught Ergou, upheld justice, and killed Ergou.
He killed the two dogs and also confiscated the two gold ingots. The village chief quickly surrendered to the sect's cold tactics and revealed that it was Nie Xiaolou's father who came to him with a gold ingot and wanted to exchange it for
Then he would buy some grain and bacon with the village chief. Then the village chief sent someone to tell the news to Laihan Ergou in the village.
Ergou killed people to seize the treasure, and then the village chief stood up controversially, killed Ergou and took away the gold ingot.
Nie Xiaolou slaughtered the entire village and left the village. She left a lifeless village behind her and a lifeless prison in her heart.
The village chief's incident made her see the cruelty and coldness of human nature, shattering the remaining beauty in her heart. Her life lost its color and was only filled with darkness.
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