Chapter 216: The Heart of a Swordsman

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the light was dim, illuminating the long street.

The streets were silent, and only Hou Xibai and Jun Xiaoran, two ghost-like people, walked forward.

Hou Xibai looked at Jun Xiaoran with a smile and said, "Originally, I thought that after you left the Great Xiangguo Temple, your troubles would be over, but I didn't expect you to be really idle and cause such a big trouble." ”

Jun Xiaoran said coldly: "Trouble? What a nuisance is for an insignificant woman. ”

"Insignificant? In the entire rivers and lakes, there is only a woman like you, Jun Xiaoran, who will invite the Moon Palace Master, to describe it in four words, but I remember that you once lost in the hands of this insignificant woman, I am not mistaken, right? This Hou Xibai seems to be deliberately against Jun Xiaoran, mentioning some things that Jun Xiaoran doesn't seem to want to mention, not at all like showing an empathetic good friend in Liuxiang Building.

"There are two things that you are wrong, the first person who said these four words is not Jun Xiaoran, but ordinary! Second, this trouble is not caused by Jun Xiaoran, but by ordinary people. I don't deny that I was defeated at her hands, but it was only a defeat and not a death that never had any chance. ”

Listening to this rational and indifferent words, the smile on Hou Xibai's face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Jun Xiaoran solemnly and curiously, and said, "You have always had two identities: Jun Xiaoran, ordinary!" And when are you Jun Xiaodye and when are you ordinary? What's the difference between the two? ”

"Jun Xiaoran's words are more than hands, and strategy is more than force! And ordinary hands are superfluous words, and force is superfluous strategy! Jun Xiaoran carries the burden of Guigu, and Pingfan is a swordsman who wanders the world to seek an opponent, that's all. ”

"Now are you Jun Xiaoran or ordinary?" Hou Xibai asked a question, he actually had many questions he wanted to ask Jun Xiaoran, but he found that no matter how many questions he asked, he would never be able to explore all the secrets of Jun Xiaoran. In his eyes, Jun Xiaoran is a never-ending abyss, the more he knows, the deeper he sinks.

Jun Xiaoran stopped, Hou Xibai also stopped, Hou Xibai waited for the answer, Jun Xiaoran was pondering.

At night, the breeze is cool, and on autumn nights, the wind is always very, very cold, and fortunately, both of them are martial arts practitioners. There is internal strength to protect the body, if you change to an ordinary person to walk slowly at this time, it is strange not to get sick when you go back.

After being silent for a long time, Jun Xiaoran looked up at the first quarter moon in the sky, which was only one-third round, and said softly: "The seventh day of the seventh month." Before the time of Shen You, I was Jun Xiaoran; And after that, I am ordinary, the ordinary who commands the sword to draw the sword. ”

At this time, there was an indescribable silence in the air. Hou Xibai, who originally wanted to speak again, seemed to have fallen into some strange magic, closed his mouth honestly, and walked down the street with the silent Jun Xiaoran.

Hou Xibai was half a step behind Jun Xiaoran, and looked sideways at Jun Xiaoran's calm back. Suddenly giving birth to an illusion that Jun Xiaoran was about to disappear and be replaced by the ordinary, Hou Xibai shook his head, and a strange thought appeared in Hou Xibai's mind: "I am Jun Xiaoran's friend, but Jun Xiaoran is not Jun Xiaoran." And when I became ordinary, was I still an ordinary friend? ”

No one can give him a correct answer to this point for the time being, not even the current Jun Xiaoran. Only when Jun Xiaoran becomes ordinary can there be a real answer.

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Daxiangguo Temple is pitch black, quiet and peaceful, although there is a matter of Jun Xiao dyeing, but people have already fallen asleep. A fine house about three or four miles away from the Great Xiangguo Temple is still lit, and there is a person in the Great Xiangguo Temple who is unexpected by anyone but they are all trying to find to live in this fine house, and this person is the evil king Shi Zhixuan.

The evil king had already fallen asleep early, and the reason why the light was still on in the retreat was because Yang Xuyan had not yet fallen asleep. In the living room, two oil lamps illuminate the house, Yang Xuyan sat on the threshold, looking at the sycamore trees in the courtyard, the fallen leaves floating in the air, Yang Xuyan's back at this moment was so lonely and gloomy, dark and deep, and the eyes that were obscure and full of dark aura showed a trace of sadness when they fell on the two plane trees in the courtyard.

Sad? This world-famous, cold-blooded, ruthless, murderous shadow assassin would still be sad? What was it that made this hard-hearted man look sad? This sorrow was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye it was replaced by resolute indifference.

Yang Xuyan has never been a person who likes to show his emotions, even when he is alone, he doesn't want to show his emotions, and he doesn't want to show his vulnerable side. Once a person shows his vulnerability, he will be even more vulnerable, and he will even hesitate to kill someone, and any hesitation will be caught by the opponent, and then die a tragic death.

There are very few things that the evil king has taught him, but every word and action has a deep meaning, which can save his life at a critical moment. Yang Xuyan knew all this very well, so he abided by all the words taught by the evil king and diligently cultivated the martial arts taught by Shi Zhixuan.

Yang Xuyan has only one wish in his life: I hope that one day the cold and calm face of the man who is like a god in his eyes will show a smile to him, gently pat him on the shoulder and say: "Xuyan, you did a good job!" But for more than 20 years, he has not waited for this sentence, he has not given up, he has been waiting, he has been waiting.

But he wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't resentful, and he wasn't angry. In his opinion, if he was careful, he should be able to live for twenty or thirty years. Twenty or thirty years is enough for Shizun to say that. Resentment? Wrath? These emotions may be expressed when he faces other people, but how can he be angry in the face of that person, in the face of the master who dragged him out of the hands of death? A long, long time ago, perhaps when he looked at the melancholy and gloomy figure when he began to hold his sword, he had secretly decided: In this life, my sword can be pointed at anyone, but it must not be pointed at the man in front of me.

He didn't like to think about the past, because it would make him slow to strike, and sluggishness meant that his life was in danger, and sluggishness meant that he failed in his mission. This series of chain reactions is not something he is willing to face. But today he had to think, he couldn't help but think, he was afraid that if he didn't think about it at this time, then there would be no chance to think about it again.

He doesn't know how many missions he has carried out in his life, what heroes of the rivers and lakes, court officials, rich businessmen, etc., and so on from all walks of life, all kinds of people. Every time he can complete the task perfectly, and it is in this situation that the Shadow Assassin Yang Xuyan was created, which is a cold and terrifying and desperate name.

This time he received another task, the task given to him by his master Shi Zhixuan himself: to get rid of Jun Xiaoran.

Killing people, he has long been commonplace, like people drinking water, there is nothing remarkable! Therefore, when he heard the murder mission, he was usually very calm, but this time when he heard the murder mission, he was stunned.

He looked at the respectful and expressionless master in front of him in a daze, and was stunned for a long time. The evil king looked at him very much, with no extra emotion in his eyes, and said, "Are you wondering why I want to get rid of Jun Xiaoran? ”

In front of Shi Zhixuan, he had no habit of lying, and he knew that any lie in front of his master was like tissue paper, which could be broken when stabbed, without any depth to speak of, he nodded honestly and said, "I don't understand." ”

The corners of Shi Zhixuan's mouth hooked up a mysterious smile, and he said softly: "Actually, I didn't want to kill him, and I didn't have the intention of killing him, but he wanted to kill you, and you also wanted to kill him, so if there is no other variable between you and him, only one can survive, since this is the case, then I will push the boat down the river and issue an order - get rid of him!" ”

This was really an unexpected answer, but as an excellent killer, Yang Xuyan still quickly calmed down, suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked very calmly: "Master, when do you want me to deal with Jun Xiaoran?" ”

Shi Zhixuan said: "You can do it after Qixi Festival, but I don't plan to set a deadline for you this mission, so theoretically you can spend a lifetime to complete this task." ”

"For a lifetime?"

"Of course, you can have that much time under the premise of that."

Yang Xuyan didn't ask any more, the killer only needs to know the target of his killing, as for the reason why the employer killed the person, this is not what the killer should know. However, Yang Xuyan vaguely felt that the master ordered him to start assassinating Jun Xiaoran, and the layout had already begun.

As for what exactly this layout is, he doesn't know, he can't know, and he doesn't even want to know. Now he only knows one thing: Jun Xiaoran is an extremely difficult guy, and this cunning and clever guy will definitely not give him two shots, so he needs to plan carefully.

It's just that Yang Xuyan, who was sitting outside the Daxiangguo Temple on the seventh day of the seventh month and reminiscing about the past, didn't know that what he was about to face in the future was not Jun Xiaoran, but ordinary, more hands than words, ruthlessness, killing methods, and iron-hearted were not inferior to his ordinary.

When the sword comes out, you see blood.

Yang Xuyan looked at the sword in his hand, and at this moment he had already begun to plan for the future in his mind......

The next time you meet Jun Xiaoran, you may be facing each other for life and death. (To be continued......)