"Hehe, I'd better not tell you." Qian Meng said with a smile, "I'll tell you later when my aunt is in a good mood."
"Sure, but are we idle and have nothing to do?"
"I have something to do, so I'm going out now. You can stay home alone." Qian Meng really disappeared after saying that.
"Holy shit, I'm the only one left." Meng Xiaoan shouted very lonely there.
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"Damn it, where did this bastard Meng Xiaoan find those thousand people?" Xiang Gao said angrily. All his positions were cut off by Meng Xiaoan. He should have killed him long ago. I regret it.
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"Your strength disappoints me." The person sitting in front of him was a Japanese and Meng Xiaoan's old friend, Yuya Uesugi.
He and Xiang Gao have cooperated for a long time.
"Uesugi, it seems you are going to help me get rid of this person." Xiang Gao said.
"I will. I don't want all my years of hard work to go to waste." Uesugi Xiong also glanced at Xiang Gao and said, "You need to recover from your injuries first."
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"Master, why are you here?" Meng Xiaoan snapped his fingers and said to Bronze. Bronze said: "Come to protect you." Meng Xiaoan said: "Master, you told me to protect me so directly, but I should now
You are also a master, I will protect you." Meng Xiaoan waved his hand, "But I have to marry you." Could it be that there is another bird man?
Bronze immediately said: "Fuck you. Let's go. I think that man will be here soon. I can't see him because of some problems. Now I will tell you his information. Please listen carefully."
Many days ago, maybe yesterday, maybe now, I have forgotten the passage of time.
The only thing I can remember is probably the mountain peak opposite.
A person. A dog. Dusk.
Wu Xiosheng sat down on a big rock. He would sit here at dusk. His pale hands were touching a black dog.
He is waiting for someone. He has been waiting for many years and that person has not come yet. He will continue to wait.
The dog's name is Xiao Hei. He was picked up from a garbage dump and raised. At that time, Xiao Hei was beaten half to death. He only had one breath left. Unlucky Sheng thought that Xiao Hei would not survive three days. After three days, Xiao Hei was tenacious.
Survived. Unlucky Sheng thought it couldn't survive the winter. Xiao Hei once again survived the winter that was so cold that the water froze, and it seemed that Xiao Hei was getting younger and younger as he lived. His coat color became very shiny, maybe
If you sell it, you will get a lot of money.
In the end, Bu Xiosheng kept Xiao Hei by his side, and he didn't know why.
When the sun sets completely, there will always be a woman sitting next to Wu Xiaosheng. This woman is a bit talkative.
Bu Xiaosheng didn't know who she was, but he seemed to remember that he was not a talkative person. She seemed to be waiting for someone too.
"I can meet my man tomorrow."
"Yes."
"The person you're waiting for hasn't arrived yet?"
"Maybe we can wait until tomorrow."
"Every time I see you, I see you with this puppy. I seem to have seen this dog somewhere."
"oh."
"What did you do?"
"Do everything."
"Do you know Guan Hong?"
"do not know."
"He often goes out to drink. Why don't you know if you are lying to me?"
Bu Xiaosheng ignored this half-crazy woman and went back with Xiao Hei as soon as it got dark.
The woman said to Wu Xiaosheng: "Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't have money to stay in an inn."
"I only have one bed."
"I can sleep on the ground."
"good."
Bu Xiaosheng took the woman back to the inn.
"May I have your name?"
"Unworthy of life."
"I've known you for three years, why have you never asked me my name? Where do I come from? Am I not charming or beautiful enough?"
"Does this have anything to do with me?"
"Your hands are so cold. Is this your first time?"
Bu Xiaosheng suddenly slapped her, and then roughly entered her body. Her body was very warm, like a ball of fire.
Dusk. A man. A woman. A black dog.
"It will be dark in another hour."
"Maybe it's going to rain."
The woman burst into tears.
"He didn't come back. He said he would come back and marry me after taking the exam."
"Yeah?"
Buxiaosheng stood up. It was dark and drizzling.
The woman suddenly took the unlucky hand and put it on her face ###: "Can you wait with me for a while? He said he would come back, and I will wait for him to come back and marry me as his wife."
Bu Xiaosheng sat down again. The woman rested her head on his shoulder. Her body was trembling.
"Can you hold me? I'm so cold."
Buxiaosheng hugged her tightly, and her hair exuded a faint fragrance. Buxiaosheng liked the fragrance of this hair very much.
"Why don't you ever ask me about him?"
"I do not want to know."
"Actually, I've always wanted to know if you didn't dare to ask me because you were afraid of jealousy because I was your first woman."
"I don't care what you say, the rain has stopped and I'm going back."
"Can you carry me back? He always carries me back on rainy days."
Bu Xiaosheng hesitated for a moment, but finally carried the woman on his back. He found that when he was with her, his hands were not so cold.
That night, the woman asked for it again and again, and the woman called a man's name.
It was still dusk, and Wuxiao Sheng was still sitting there. The black dog was there, but the charming woman was not there. She died, very cleanly, by his own hands. He took off all her clothes.
When there were no pieces left, she was hung up and kept in the hot sun for three days and three nights. The woman did not die, but she was not far away from death.
Bu Xiaosheng put the woman into the pool again and soaked her for three days and three nights. He washed every part of her body with a handkerchief and rubbed her skin so hard that bright red blood burst out from her skin.
, then he helped him put on clothes and thrush her eyebrows. They came to the top of the mountain and he cut off her beautiful head.
Then he waited for someone. Zodiac.
Uesugi just said a word and left the hut that he had not left for twenty years.
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"I didn't expect that the world-famous unlucky person would appear at this time." After Meng Xiaoan walked out of the villa, he went to the street where no one walked, with a strange look in his eyes. But he didn't expect that it was Uesugi Yuya who invited him.
The silver snake lightning flew wildly in the air, baring its fangs and claws, which was extremely frightening.
Twenty years ago, who played the drums most passionately? Who played the Xiao most melodiously? There was only one person, and his name was Bu Xiaosheng. This is still the case twenty years later.
Unhappy Sheng is a pale man who appears in front of Meng Xiaoan. His face looks a bit old, and his eyes are as lonely as snow, hiding stories that cannot be told, including pain, happiness, sadness, and sinking.
Uesugi Yuya's voice was as calm as ever: "Even if you are very powerful, I don't know how many moves I and Bu Xiaosheng can resist your Meng Xiaoan?"
Meng Xiaoan looked calm and looked at them with a smile. Smiling is also a weapon, which can calm himself.
Uesugi Xiong also squinted his slender eyes and said: "Your smile makes me look like you are being mysterious. If you want to pass by, maybe today is your death anniversary." He paused and sneered, "Last time, you were
Good luck, but not so good this time."
Meng Xiaoan didn't look at Uesugi Yuya, his eyes stayed on his unattractive face.
If he is afraid at all, it is because he is unfaithful. Few people see him take action, but this does not mean that he does not kill people.
The people he killed were all masters.
"I can't figure it out, why?"
Bu Xiaosheng said: "There is no reason." He suddenly smiled. This smile made his whole person look older, and even the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes disappeared strangely.
Meng Xiaoan just looked at his face, which was old but strangely aged.
"Uesugi, right? What method did you use to invite him to come out? Is it just to let him kill me?" Meng Xiaoan's eyes were cold and filled with a strange smile, "As for you, you are unfaithful. My master said something about you.
Things, to use the words of today's young people, some things can't be turned back once they are over, and some people once we see each other again, we can never see each other again."
Unxiaosheng's face suddenly turned pale, and his fingers hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly. Meng Xiaoan's words were like whips hitting his body, and the pain penetrated deep into his bones.
Uesugi Yuya said: "Unshao Sheng, you are here to kill Meng Xiaoan, not to listen to his nonsense." He has clearly felt the change in the momentum of Unshao's anger, and at the same time, he is surprised that it is so simple for Unshao Sheng's calm personality.
Meng Xiaoan's words made the murderous aura of the strong floral fragrance weaken a bit.
Meng Xiaoan seems to know some experiences of being unfaithful? And these experiences seem to be fatal.
Bu Xiaosheng calmed down and said: "Meng Xiaoan, no matter what you say today, I will kill you."
Meng Xiaoan wiped out a deep smile: "Can I listen to your second skill before you kill me?"
Wu Xiosheng waved his hand and said: "As you wish." He was floating in the void with high spirits.
Uesugi Xiong also saw that Bu Xiaosheng was about to play a song and said: "Bu Xiaosheng, Meng Xiaoan is stalling for time."
Bu Xiaosheng glanced at him lightly: "I have my own sense of propriety. If a person is about to die, I will fulfill any of his wishes. I was not invited by you, you must remember this."
Uesugi Yuya's calm face finally showed some fluctuations, but he tried his best to suppress it.
"drum."
The drums sounded, and then the drums sped up. The drums were exciting and exciting, as if countless soldiers were bravely fighting the enemy on the battlefield. The sky was full of shouts of killing, the sound of blood splattering, and the cold
The sound of weapons piercing skin was heard in the ears.
"Man, why don't you take Wu Gou and collect the fifty states in Guanshan..."
The drums stopped beating, and the unfaithful man had a hole in his hand.
"After playing this song, there will be no such person in this world." Bu Xiosheng said lightly, feeling indescribably tired.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes flashed and he said only one word: "Okay."
When the flute sounded, the ground appeared like floating white mist.
This mist carries the fragrance of hanging flowers, and this mist is white and hazy.
The sound of the flute changed from the usual resentment and sadness to become ethereal and joyful.
Uesugi Yuya was slightly uneasy, but he couldn't tell where he was.
I heard Bu Xiaosheng shouting: "From now on, there will be no more wind songs in the world." The flute in his hand suddenly burst into pieces.
"kill."
Uesugi Xiong also showed a faint smile.
The rain gradually became lighter.
Then, the strange moon slowly appeared.
A bright moon shines in the sky.
The cherry blossoms are floating, and the faint fragrance is astonishing. However, the murderous intention in it is so unparalleled and earth-shattering that it seems to be willing to crush all living things in the world.
Meng Xiaoan seemed to have forgotten where she was, and the cherry blossoms filling the sky made her fall into a state of indulging in the past.
Anyone who dies in this splendid and glorious scenery will be happy.
A charming smile appeared on Uesugi Yuya's lips. There was a knife in his hand, a very thin knife with a light red light on the blade.
Uesugi Xiong also looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly: "The name of the sword is Hanawan. It is as fast as lightning and kills people without losing blood. It is a magic weapon in the sword. You are the second person in this world who has seen this sword."
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Meng Xiaoan's expression was calm and composed: "Hua Tuan? What a Hua Tuan knife. If you cut off a good head under the cherry blossoms in the sky, you will be a good man. It will be very happy."
Uesugi Yuya's eyes flickered with admiration: "Exactly, wouldn't it be nice for a man to cut off his beautiful head?"
Meng Xiaoan looked at Wu Xiaosheng: "Where's yours?"
He was unfaithful and silent, with a pair of eyes that seemed full of weariness, and a majestic loneliness that covered his brows. He stared at Meng Xiaoan quietly, holding a black sword.
The hilt of the sword was black, and the scabbard was also black, as black as the deepest black in his eyes.
"Old friend, long time no see."
Buxiaosheng looked at the black sword and suddenly said this.
This battle will surely become famous in Asia.
Meng Xiaoan said: "How long has it been since you used it?"
The name of the black sword is Yijiangshanshui, and it is a weapon that kills people with no mercy. Just hearing the name makes you think it is a very charming sword, but when you really see the sword's true appearance in Lushan, you may be disappointed.
Bu Xiosheng said: "I haven't used it for fifteen years, three months and fifteen days."
"You have a really good memory."
He stared at Meng Xiaoan with an indescribable look in his eyes, desolate? Sad and angry? Helpless? Sad? He smiled, with a desolation of vicissitudes of life.
"You're right, I have a really good memory."
A person whose memory is too good will remember things he shouldn't remember, and in the end he will only be hurt. A person whose memory is too good will not be able to sleep, eat, or even breathe uneasily.
Meng Xiaoan's eyes fell on the handful of "a river of spring water" and said: "Some things are destined."
A sneer appeared on the corner of his unfaithful mouth, and he blew a breath on himself and others, just like a lover blowing a warm breath on your ear.
The black sword body undergoes astonishing changes under this blow.
The black blade gradually transformed into blue, a deep blue, just like the blue of the ocean.
Buxiaosheng was silent, as if recalling Meng Xiaoan's words. After a long time, he slowly asked: "Why do you think this is?"
"No reason."
Meng Xiaoan looked at his deeply tired face and tired smile, and sighed secretly.
"Uesugi Yuuya, step aside." Bu Xiaosheng said slowly.
Uesugi Xiong was also shocked. He was crazy. He couldn't deal with Meng Xiaoan with his own strength. It was agreed that the two of them would go together, but now he changed his mind.
Bu Xiaosheng said: "I am not a villain, but I am not a gentleman either. I will fight fair today." He was afraid that Uesugi Yuuya would suddenly attack him midway, so he said coldly, "Uesugi Yuuya, I think I made my words very clear.
This is a battle between Meng Xiaoan and I. If I lose, I owe you a favor. If there is an afterlife, I will pay it back."
Uesugi also knew that once he said his words, there would be no turning back, and said: "No, your favor has been repaid."
Bu Xiaosheng looked at Meng Xiaoan and said word by word: "I have lived for forty and twenty years, fought against people one thousand and twenty times, and lost fifteen times. No one can defeat me three times at the same time, except Li Tanhua." He said.
His smile was extremely sad, "If I lose again in today's battle, you will know what's on my mind."
Meng Xiaoan said: "It seems that my old man is more powerful than you." The cherry blossoms floated in the wind, and the fragrance was astonishing.
There are a few more fallen leaves between heaven and earth.
Wu Xiaosheng drew his sword. He drew the sword slowly and gracefully. He didn't see any movement, but his people were already in the cherry blossoms. His right thumb clasped the little finger and ring finger to form a sword fight. His left foot was half a step forward, and his heel was away.
On the ground, the "One River of Spring Water" in his hand was raised above his eyebrows, pointing diagonally at Meng Xiaoan.
"Yijiang Chunshui" seems to have been affected by some kind of evil magic. There is a flash of blue light and a chilly air. The original tiredness and unkindness seems to have suddenly changed at this moment. There seems to be light flashing in a pair of lonely eyes, and the pale face
The skin gradually became shiny, and the coagulated blood began to flow again.
Uesugi Yuya's expression changed slightly, and he murmured: "He actually mastered the sword spirit, the highest level of martial arts, what an unworthy person." As a "friend", he couldn't help but be immersed in this sword.
In the brilliance of the world, he imagined that the sword thrust out was a kind of style?
Sword soul, as the name suggests, is the soul of a person in the sword. This is a very mysterious existence.
Meng Xiaoan gently held the dragon tooth knife, the light of the knife flashed on his face, and he actually had a strange expression on his face.
With the sound of "chrome", the brilliance flashed, and the sword was unsheathed. The tip of the sword dropped, his whole person changed, and a cold light shrouded his whole body. Unshakable life was confirmed by martial arts, so naturally Meng Xiaoan was also confirmed by martial arts.
Like the flow of water, those floating cherry blossoms suddenly stood still. Unlucky and light, he stabbed out with a sword. It was dim and clumsy, but with this stab, the sword on the branch seemed to have changed, becoming brighter and brighter.
Life. He has injected the power of his life into this "spring water of a river"...
Meng Xiaoan took action almost at the same time as Wu Xiaosheng.
At the moment when swords and knives clashed, the weight of their bodies seemed to have completely disappeared, becoming like wind that could flow freely in the air. Everything in the world no longer existed, even their bodies no longer existed.
.The only thing that exists between heaven and earth is the opponent's weapon.
The ever-flowing sword light flashed in the sky, like shooting stars piercing the sky one by one.
There was a "ding" sound, and brilliance splashed everywhere. The sword light suddenly disappeared, and the sword style suddenly stopped. There seemed to be flames burning in Unxiaosheng's eyes, and as if ice was condensing, and there was crazy pain in his eyes.
There was a strange look in the depths of Meng Xiaoan's eyes, and suddenly the knife turned into a sword and stabbed at him, sweeping toward Wu Xiaosheng with a force as shocking as a giant.
Blood rain flew and danced all over the sky. Unfavorable Sheng's face was strangely flushed, but you could vaguely see that there was no pain of "death" on his face, only a touch of sadness and a touch of relief. When the dragon tooth knife stabbed into the chest, when the blood splashed
When it bloomed and danced, he smiled, burst out laughing, a laugh that was close to crazy.
His "Spring Water from a River" is only one centimeter away from Meng Xiaoan's throat.
The Dragon Tooth Knife stabbed the third rib on his right chest, and a numbing coldness instantly spread throughout his nerves.
Blood oozed from the corners of his unfaithful mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "You lack the spirit of your master..."
The blue sword body of "A River of Spring Water" gradually turned black again, as if death was approaching.
Meng Xiaoan remained silent.
Buxiaosheng smiled, and the deep feeling of weariness and sadness appeared in his eyes again, and there was a figure in his pupils.
Bu Xiosheng smiled sadly, and suddenly took a step forward, and the dragon tooth knife pierced his chest.
Bu Xiosheng and Meng Xiaoan were almost face to face.
With a "bang" sound, "A River of Spring Water" fell to the ground.