A pot of wine, a stove, a piano.

Wrapped in a fiery red man, sitting in the octagonal pavilion, Jiang Shili held the wine glass in his hand and frowned slightly.

Outside the pavilion, heavy snow fell.

Dozens of horsemen rushed through the snow, and the chaotic sound of horses' hooves and shouts followed, like a pebble thrown into the calm lake, completely shattering this peaceful snow scene.

"Listen to the people inside, Heifengling is grassing, leaving property and women, and get out of the uncles immediately! If you dare to hesitate for a moment, don't blame the uncles for being ruthless. ”

Before anyone arrived, the sound of shouting and scolding in the distance had already come from the wind.

"Childe!"

Hearing this, the face of the maid beside her suddenly changed greatly, and there was a faint trilling in her voice.

Not far away, another pavilion with more than ten people gathered was even more chaotic, and in the midst of continuous shouting, dozens of guards had already gathered outside the pavilion, their swords unsheathed, and they were waiting for the battle.

"Third Young Master, it's Black Wind Ridge, what should I do?"

The young lady of the Jiang family wanted to enjoy the snow, so she left home and went to this remote Jingyuan Villa, followed by dozens of guards, it was naturally enough to deal with ordinary robbers and thieves, but in the face of the people of Heifengling, it was not enough to see at all.

"What are you panicking about?" the young man scolded for his composure, "It's nothing more than the loss of a little property, and the thing is left for them." Some outlaws, what are we? There's no need to worry about them. ”

"I've heard the name of Black Wind Ridge for a long time. Taking a deep breath, the guard commander stepped forward and hugged his fists, and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Jiang is here to enjoy the snow." My son-in-law said that meeting is fate, and I am willing to present some small gifts, talk about my heart, and make a good fate, and we will be friends when we meet in the future. ”

"Phew, a stinky boy, he is also worthy of making friends with our brothers? If not, do you really think that our knives will not see blood?"

Without the slightest fear, the strongman of Black Wind Ridge laughed and coaxed, as if the people of the Jiang family had already become in the bag.

While speaking, the sound of horses' hooves stopped, and the other party had already broken into the gate of Jingyuan Villa, and the saber was pointed directly at everyone.

"The third son of the Jiang family is here, do you want to make a mortal enmity with my Jiang family?"

"Bah!" smacked violently, and sneered for the strongman, "What is the Jiang family? Don't say that you are robbing you of some property, playing with a few women, even if you kill them all, no one dares to fart, don't fool your son, you are a robber, where are you afraid of him?"

"Childe, what should we do?"

Outside the pavilion over there, it was already full of guards, and Jiang Shili didn't have half a figure at all except for the little maid beside him, as if he had long been forgotten.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, Jiang Shili's gaze fell on the black scimitar in his hand, and he was silent for a long time.

"Burn incense. ”

After being silent for a moment, Jiang Shili suddenly spoke.

The little maid had long been frightened and at a loss, how could she still have the slightest idea, Jiang Shili asked her to burn incense, and subconsciously lit the incense that had been prepared long ago in the incense burner.

Looking at the sky, he didn't seem to notice that there was a qiē around him, and Jiang Shili's eyes were full of calm.

Plain hand tuning.

Before breathing, the melodious sound of the piano sounded from the pavilion, like a clear spring flowing slowly in people's hearts.

Spring and white snow!

There was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, but in an instant, it turned into a faint sarcasm, Yangchun Baixue, one of the top ten famous songs, couldn't play it well at the beginning, and now, when it can really be played, who else can understand it?

The sudden sound of the piano suddenly made everyone stagnate, and they couldn't help but set their eyes on Jiang Shili.

"Bastard, at this time, he still has the heart to play the piano, I don't know what to say. ”

Glancing at Jiang Shili, Jiang Sangongzi's eyes showed a look of disgust, and he scolded viciously.

Jiang Shili is nominally the young master of the Jiang family, but in fact, he was raised since he was a child, and Jiang Shili's adoptive father died ten years ago, and he was even less taken care of after that. For so many years, Jiang Shili is also the only young master in the Jiang family who has never practiced, and it is not too much to say that he is powerless.

Jiang Shili has never been at odds with them, and even at this time, no one wants to protect him at all.

"What a guts!"

Licking his lips, he praised the Heifengling strongman lightly, "This kid is good, he will fight for a while, spare his life, and come and play the piano for us." ”

"Kill me!"

Leng snorted, and the saber in his hand was snarled

They are robbers, but they are not young masters, and they don't have the patience to talk about conditions. On the contrary, the routine of wielding a knife and slashing people is too familiar to be cooked.

In a moment, the sound of fighting and screaming gradually overshadowed the elegant sound of the piano, but if you carefully distinguish it, you will find that from beginning to end, the sound of the piano is not half disordered, as if it is completely unaffected by the outside world.

"Third son, what should we do, we can't stop it!"

The strongmen of the Black Wind Ridge are all ruthless people who lick blood with their knives, the knives are wide open and closed, extremely powerful, and they cooperate with each other tacitly, not so much to fight to the point that it is a one-sided slaughter.

"I'm going to find Brother Shili!"

A handsome girl in the crowd, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, gritted her teeth and ran towards Jiang Shili from the other side of the pavilion.

"Xiaoshi, what are you doing, come back!" Stamped his feet, Jiang Sangongzi scolded repeatedly, "At this time, what's the use of you looking for that waste, come back to me." ”

Jiang Shishi didn't run towards Jiang Shili's pavilion.

Waste? Brother Shili is not a waste.

Panting and running in front of Jiang Shili, Jiang Shishi pouted and said, "Brother Shili, save us." ”

The sound of the piano was melodious, Jiang Shili didn't seem to notice Jiang Shishi's coming, and the hand playing the piano didn't stop at all.

"Brother Shili, I know, although you have never made a move, but you are not the waste they say. Looking at Jiang Shili seriously, the little girl's mouth was pouting, and her voice was still immature, but she said it very seriously.

"I know, you don't agree with them, but after all, you are the Jiang family's father, Yingling, can you really bear to watch us die?"

Jiang Shili is simply incompatible with them, because Jiang Shili is not a person from this world.

The hand playing the piano froze slightly, and the sound of the piano came abruptly.

"How do you know that I must have the ability to save people? Looking at Jiang Shishi, Jiang Shili asked softly.

"I just know!" Holding her head high, looking at Jiang Shili stubbornly, Jiang Shishi stretched out her hand and pointed at the knife in Jiang Shili's hand, "If you really don't know how to use a knife, why do you always carry it with you for so many years and never leave your body for a moment?"

His eyes fell on the knife, and Jiang Shili suddenly fell silent.

Yes, if it weren't for it, why would he dare to sit here and play the piano in peace? He shook his head slightly, but his thoughts involuntarily returned to that night ten years ago.

"Li'er, I don't know about your background, the only clue is this knife. ”

"The man who handed you over to me said that this knife is ominous, but it is your life, and when you pull it out one day, it will be when you leave. ”

"No one can pull out this knife but you! But I hope you will never pull it out. ”

"Although you are not my own child, I have no children under my knees, and I have always treated you as my own child. ”

"Life and death, I have no resentment, if you really want to leave one day, please help the Jiang family for my sake. ”

Fingers lightly brushed the scimitar, Jiang Shi centrifuged a feeling of blood connection, although he had never really pulled out the knife, but he could clearly feel that this knife was closely linked to himself.

"Is it time to leave?"

Whispering to himself, Fuqin's hand finally fell on the hilt of the knife, and at that moment, Jiang Shili's heart flashed with uneasiness and fear, however, it was more of an inexplicable calm.

It seems that there is a force that has always called for itself, waiting for this moment to draw the sword.

"Zheng!"

The white-skinned hand clenched the handle of the knife, with a slight force, and with a crisp sound, a touch of black silently shrouded out, almost in a breath, and an indistinct black qi poured directly down the blade into Jiang Shili's eyebrows.

Suffering!

In an instant, Jiang Shili's whole person seemed to have fallen into an infernal hell, and he suffered unspeakable burning and tearing from his body to his soul at the same time. Countless mixed thoughts frantically poured into his mind, forcing Jiang Shili to passively absorb this information while bearing this pain.

"In my name, give you the power of the netherworld, burn your soul, and open the inheritance, are you willing?"

A simple sentence kept echoing in Jiang Shili's mind, and in this intense pain, every word was clearly imprinted into his mind, even in the depths of his soul.

It's not the first time Jiang Shili has tried to draw a knife, but he has never been able to support the courage under this kind of pain before, let alone think clearly about the meaning of this sentence. Once you do make a choice, it's a blessing or a curse.

Only this time, Jiang Shili no longer had a chance to hesitate.

Jiang Shili is not a person in this world, and naturally he doesn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Jiang family, and as for Jiang Sangongzi, their life and death are not taken to heart. But Jiang Shishi is different.

The adoptive father has no children in his life, and only this only daughter can be regarded as Jiang Shili's only relative in the Jiang family. He could sit back and watch the others die cleanly, but he couldn't tolerate Xiaoshi being insulted by these horse thieves.

No matter what the cost, no matter what path you are about to embark on.

"I do!"

Using all his strength, Jiang Shili roared loudly, however, there was not a single sound coming out, but it continued to echo in his soul like an echo.

The moment he spoke, Jiang Shili's soul immediately burned, and the trembling and pain of his own soul could undoubtedly make people despair.

At this moment, Jiang Shili even had the illusion that his soul would be annihilated in the next moment!

This is what it feels like to be truly infinitely close to death.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe it's just a moment, or maybe it's been a few days, when Jiang Shili's consciousness was restored again, the burning pain in his soul had already receded like a tide, but in Jiang Shili's soul, there was a silent extra pale red mark.

"In my name, bestow upon you, the Mark of Death!"

Awakened from the pain, Jiang Shili couldn't even tell how much time had passed, but his pale face and sweat-soaked clothes clearly told him that this qiē was not illusory.

And most importantly, the hand that holds the knife!

At this moment, Jiang Shili could clearly feel that he and the knife in his hand seemed to have been integrated, and they were no longer separated from each other, as if they were part of their body.

From this moment on, the world seems to have begun to be different, since he is destined to embark on this path after all. So, let yourself really open your eyes and take a good look at the world!

Raising his head and holding the knife calmly, Jiang Shili collected his mind and strode towards the snow.

The snow fell on the fiery red sky, which was particularly dazzling.

"You're making me play the piano. ”

Walking into the crowd step by step, Jiang Shili spoke softly, but what he said seemed to have nothing to do with the blood.

Jiang Shili's voice was very soft, but he said that he was very serious, so serious that no matter who it was, he couldn't help but look at him.

"Boy, what did you say?"

There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and the strongman of the Black Wind Ridge bared his teeth and spoke coldly, and in a word, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing by, sharper than a knife and colder than snow.

"You're making me play the piano. ”

Looking at him calmly, Jiang Shili repeated slowly, without the slightest emotion.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't get out of the way, I'll never let you play again. The blood-stained saber slashed down into the air, hovering above Jiang Shili's head, and the cold murderous aura mixed with the wind and snow poured straight into the neckline.

"One!"

He didn't know where the courage of the young man in front of him came from, even if he dared to intervene in this bloodthirsty battle, but this did not become a reason for him to be soft-hearted.

As a robber and horse thief, I don't know how many years ago, I couldn't find a trace of this kind of thing.

"Two!"

The indifferent tone, like the cold saber in his hand, was sharp and powerful.

He didn't care what reason the young man in front of him was trying to stop him, and anyone who tried to stop him in vain deserved to die.

He admired the courage of the young man to stand up, but he did not let the knife in his hand hesitate for half a minute because of this courage.

"Three!"

At the moment of the exit of the three words, a knife light suddenly tore through the sky.

No one could see the light of the sword, a knife like ink, darker than the night.

I can't even see it clearly, and naturally I can't stop it.

Amazing knife!

He had never seen such a stunning and terrifying knife in his life, and he had never even thought of it, so naturally this knife would not have been cut by him.

The knife is out, the head is down!

His eyes widened, and blood spurted out more than three feet high, spilling into the snow, as bright as a blooming blood-colored rose.

Blood sprayed onto the knife, and in an instant, it was swallowed by the inky blade.

The knife is a broken knife, but it exudes a strange aura, as if crawling out of the netherworld, choosing people and devouring ghosts.

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